Did I say the jet-lag was over? Wrong! It was lurking, hiding, waiting for
evening to attack. My bones ache, probably because I just spent over 14 hours in
bed, not all of it actually getting to sleep. I suppose this is the payback for
getting a 40-some hour-long Valentine's Day. We flew back home on the 14th, waking
up in Osan at 4:45 AM, flying out of Seoul at 11:10 AM, and landing in Phoenix at
2PM, still on the 14th, after 26 hours of travel time. It was a very long day,
filled with almost no observation of the holiday. Though I did show Rudder my
href="http://dichroic.diaryland.com/handsonnet.html">Hands sonnet and tell him
it was for him. He's not much of a poetry fan, but seemed to like it. Though then
again, what else could he say?
Yesterday went like this: Meet T2 and
some of his work cronies for beer at 3. Egret showed up at 4. They were drinking
from pitchers of Moosehead, and I know my glass got refilled at least 4-5 times.
Get home around 6. Watch the Olympics, passing in and out of sleep, until nearly
8. Get woken up at 8:30 by my brother calling to say Mom had fallen downstairs and
broken her leg, and Dad was taking her to the hospital. (They live over 2000 miles
away, so I didn't have to rush to join him.) Get woken up at 10 by my brother
calling with more details. Wake up at midnight, along with Rudder. Indulge in the
usual sleep-provoking activities, unsuccessfully (well, unsuccessfully in that
they didn't get us to sleep, anyhow.) Stay awake until after 2. Wake up at 5, and
again at 7, and again at 8:30. Finally get out of bed, with all my bones aching
and my mouth cottony-dry. Get dressed and stumble downstairs for tea.
I have the feeling today will not be a productive day. I may come
back later to write more observations of Korea, though.