I have never been so jetlagged before in my entire life. Nearly a solid week of fogginess, bleariness, incoherency, and bone-cracking yawns. Some nights I fell over at 9 and slept heavily for ten hours. Other nights I lay awake staring at the ceiling for I don't know how long. I finally returned to a semblance of coherency this weekend, and kept very busy with various missed chores. Still very very far behind on all of them.
One thing I did this weekend was to go to the gym, for the first time in nearly three weeks. Now, although I'm less tired, I ache.
Tonight, for the first time since before the trip, I wrote. Yay me.
Another rejection today. Now I have three stories that need to go back in the mail. Bleah.
Going to bed now...