The Best Jet Lag of All Time

I think

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A time difference of thirteen hours, I had a feeling, would make for the jet lag from hell.

Flying into the future by that much amounts to day-night reversal, which means my suspicion was — shall we say — verified.

It all started out so well.

After a grueling — and sleepless — flight, my head hit the pillow at 10 pm.

Perfect timing.

Except my brain was feeling 9 am. Apparently, insomnia is no match for habit.

I stared at the ceiling.

At midnight (11 am), I gave up and pulled out the Kindle.

This David Brooks book is pretty good. Dude’s a genius.

Am I on the second mountain? Or just another first one?

I wish I were this smart. No wonder no one reads my blog.

I thought about the tour at 8:45 am (7:45 pm).

Eventually, at 2 am (1 pm), I got back in bed.

I’m pumped to see Seoul.

Did we reserve a room in Nashville for orientation yet? I can’t believe he’s going into…