What do you do at 3:28 AM when you’ve been lying awake since 2:37 AM plagued by tiresome night sweats and listening to your monkey-brain natter on about how you really need to get back to sleep only to have it go on to detail your life from the moment you began packing for a new adventure…
“Again?” a lemur comments, swinging between synapses. “Did she ever wear one?”
“Maybe in a nightmare…” an Urangatan quips, scratching his orange belly.
Do you see what I mean? They ever stop! Now, where was I?
“What do you do when you’ve been tossing and turning and a troop of monkeys will not let you sleep?” a baboon brays in my head, picking his teeth with a twig.
“First of all, donkey’s bray,” another adds. “Second, be happy he’s not picking ants off his bright blue butt, and third, in answer to your question, you let us pick up where we left off—”
Who can argue with that?
Then, all ooo-ooo-ing and ah-ah-ah-ing at the same time, they squibble about:
–the ride to the bus that took me to the airport and how incredibly blue the sky was against the deep orange of the Golden Gate Bridge for a Tuesday afternoon in April.
And they squabble about:
–my never-ending amazement at how a five ton…sure it’s not fifty?…let’s just call it a very heavy tin can is able to lift off the ground as gracefully as a sparrow AND the fact that this humongous steel bullet, loaded with piles of plastic and heaps of human flesh, can shoot you halfway across the planet…well, maybe only a third of the way… at a speed of 500 miles per hour…yes, I’m sure it was 500…thirty-eight THOUSAND feet above the ground to my destination—the mystical, magical land of haggis,
What do you do when you simply can’t sleep because your body thinks it’s 9:17 PM, your brain won’t shut off, and the third in a string of hot flashes is wearing off?
You kick off the blanket and get up and write about it for this week’s blog post while a soft rain patters against the window. Then you look out that window and pray the chatter from the peanut gallery will finally be silenced at the sight of Nessie rearing her head from the Loch across the street.
Any jet lag remedies out there worth sharing? I would appreciate it—