Sleep

 Day 3

Sleep? 

Who needs sleep? 

Obviously, not me.

I don't do jet lag well. My normal method of dealing with this necessary evil of long distance travel doesn't seem to be working. In the past, I have found that staying busy, up and active, never pausing, usually pushes to me to keep going despite wanting (no, that's not a strong enough word), desiring (nope, still not there), desperately in need of a nap. 

Here in my lovely quarantine prison, I mean hotel, my movement resources are extremely limited. My options are scarce.

 More importantly, however, is that thing right in the middle if the room. That soft rectangle, with the cozy blankets, and plush hotel pillows. 

Always there. 

Always staring at me, begging me to come relish in its comfort. 

Constantly offering me a place to lay my weary head.

Yesterday, I succumbed to its temptations. After lunch, my brain and body conspired against my will. What could be the harm in a little nap? Well, that itsy-bitsy nap turned into a five and a half hour monster! I just couldn't wake up. 

 With the long deep sleep in the afternoon, I didn't sleep much when I was suppose to sleep.  You know, like normal people, when the sun goes down.

So, here I am stuck in this vicious jet lag cycle. But win this war, I must.

Day 3 is going to be a long day. I will not nap. I will not nap. I will not nap.

I shall prevail.

(I hope)