Jet lag ... and then JET LAG!
There's jet lag. And then there's "JET LAG". On Wednesday I flew out from London, UK to San Francisco for a work conference. All went well during the journey (although the clerk in London representing United kept querying me question after question about my trip: at one point, she asked me who had paid for my ticket to the conference and required me to produce more evidence as to my residency in the UK! I did finally get through.)
As for the conference itself, it was intense. Full days on Thursday and Friday (as in 8 am to 10 p.m. each day).
And then, I just flew back to London on Saturday late afternoon and arrived home this afternoon -- namely Sunday. My brain and my body have no clue whether it's morning or night at the moment; an 8 hour time zone difference and an 11 hour flight will do that for you. And I have to go into the London office tomorrow morning. I suspect I'm going to be the equivalent of Zombie Woman Walking in the morrow.
As for the conference itself, it was intense. Full days on Thursday and Friday (as in 8 am to 10 p.m. each day).
And then, I just flew back to London on Saturday late afternoon and arrived home this afternoon -- namely Sunday. My brain and my body have no clue whether it's morning or night at the moment; an 8 hour time zone difference and an 11 hour flight will do that for you. And I have to go into the London office tomorrow morning. I suspect I'm going to be the equivalent of Zombie Woman Walking in the morrow.