The week blurs behind me. Seven days ago I've crossed eleven time zones and arrived here. The jet-lag is easing but I am still winded by it. This evening, I heard myself talking and wondered where that voice was coming from :-)
There's a certain kind of tired that comes from flying backwards into the day you've already been in that beats all else. Except baby-tired. Nothing touches baby-tired.
I wanted to write a post to say hello. Right now, all I can do is say, "Goodnight!"