I am riding the embodied wave that is my jet lag.
Back in Europe after farewells, 21 hours of flying, 4 airports, and 2 Fridays, I love the sudden clarity that wakes me up at three, and today four, o'clock in the morning. By mid-afternoon I am in a pleasant daze. Later, I fall asleep within minutes of placing my head on the pillow. For a few hours before it starts again.
In the wide-awake early mornings, I drink lots of tea and eat toast. I listen to Raymond Chandler stories on the radio as the darkness shifts to grey. I make life decisions and note them down to consider when rationality returns.
These drifting days soon end but they are not so unpleasant. A nowhere-place to rest up. If I can continue to avoid the sinus infections that usually plague me after flying, I will be content.
And being back in the studio is making me happy.