I arrived dopey and cross-eyed from Europe and struggled with the time change.  All day Friday I couldn’t figure out the time, let alone the day.  I heard one isn’t supposed to experience jet lag when traveling west, but apparently my body didn’t get the memo. 

I slept nearly all of one day and listlessly walked around feeling guilty about everything that I should be doing over the weekend.  The good news is I’m feeling more like myself this morning and eager to get back to work.  Lydia is calling to me, and she’s upset that I’ve kept her waiting alone on Blossom Street this long.