The jet lag has ffected me (that’s not a typo, effected and affected are my worse words to discern between) and I’m still recovering. They say for every hour difference you experienced, it takes a day for every hour to get back on track. It was a 5 hour time difference for me so today is my 5th day of recovery.
I have not felt particularly tired, although I am ready to turn in at night earlier than normal, but I have found myself a little London Foggy and searching for words when I’m speaking.
At the end of the day, it’s a small price to pay for waking up in London, England and going to bed hours later in your own bed in Pennsylvania. The ability to fly is something I think we all take for granted but when you stop and think about it, it is completely amazing.
As I got changed yesterday, I looked down at my sneakers and thought about how the soles walked the halls of Windsor Castle. Now they return, like me, to their life in Pennsylvania. No jet lag on them, just 1,000-year-old carpet remnants in their tread. Yes, I’d call that amazing.
