Jet-lag rocks
Sometimes jet-lag isn't that bad. Sometimes it just sits right at the back of your mind and really let's you be. Sometimes, like right now, it totally fucks you.
After getting back home, approximately 36 hours door to door, I sat down on the couch at 4pm (Berlin time) and fell asleep. Not good, but damnit, I was toast by that point, so I really didn't have a choice. I woke at 9pm (oh god, not good), somehow ate some food and then went to bed after downing two melatonin which knocked me out.
Up at 3:30am, doze till 5, then coffee time and exercise. Today will be a struggle, but with the sun in the sky, I will repot my plants that are desperate for some fresh soil and enjoy some quiet time in the dirt.
So for that reason, this will be a brief but direct reminder to all (mostly me), to take some time for yourself, touch some literal grass (or dirt, or plants), and enjoy being home.