well that was weird

This morning I woke up in a hotel room on the 37th floor of smoggy Shanghai, kissed my mother and father and nieces and sister good-bye and got on an airplane sitting next to a businessman who never let me take a turn with the armrest. And this morning again thanks to the wonders of the international date line and thousands of miles all of a sudden I'm on the other side of the Pacific clutching a cup of coffee in my kitchen looking out the window at my green green moss-covered boulder in the backyard and a whole day was gained somehow.

The third load of laundry is in, and I'm starting to feel the wobble from within of a body that thinks it is in REM sleep but can't can't can't wants but just can't succumb to sleep for at least another six or seven hours until it's somewhere close to bedtime in this timezone.

And I want to snack incessantly because my stomach doesn't know if it's breakfast lunch or dinner.

I think I'll stick to toast and cheese, although I'm sure somewhere in the timezone I was in 15 hours ago some would think a nice yak meat pie would be scrumptious at tea time.

Good night? Good day? I'm back but not really but will return once the fog has lifted. To my family and our travel companions, I miss you desperately already.

(no annje I didn't eat chicken feet either, but I think I inadvertently ate some 100 year old egg.)