I don't expect to get much sympathy in the next few days about the intense suffering from jet lag. I mean, I get it. How do you feel sorry for someone that just returned from another awesome trip to Europe? Can't say that I blame you. But that won't stop me from whining.
When we landed in Dallas yesterday it was about 4:00 p.m. CST. Which is 11:00 p.m. in Paris. Bedtime. By the time we touched down in Tulsa it was 6:50 p.m. 1:50 a.m. Paris time. Knowing I would have to work the next day, I toughed it out till 9:30 (4:30 a.m.) hoping to get a good night's sleep. Fully awake this morning at 4:00 a.m. (11:00 a.m.). See where this is going? I'll be converting time zones for the next 2...maybe 3...weeks. I'll milk it for all it's worth.
Fair warning to my co-workers -- this afternoon, between 1:00 and 3:00, I'll be meditating and praying. Do not disturb.
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