Somehow I have a feeling that jet lag is going to be much more of a problem at this, the coming back end, than it was at the going end. There's something about waking up at 3:30 in the morning that just isn't conducive to putting myself back on anything resembling a "normal" schedule. Not to mention that I had to fly with a bad cold, which can be quite painful ear-wise, and got little rest as the 5-year-old sitting next to me on the plane kicked me in his sleep throughout most of the "night." And started out the flight by spilling a glass of water on my seat. Lovely.
Then there's the weather. It was bright, sunny and almost 60° (F.) in Jerusalem yesterday. Well, at least I missed the blizzard here, but its remnants are still very much in evidence and when I emerged from the airport into the snow and slush very early this morning, the mercury was hanging at around 24°. Disconcerting, to say the least.
So now it's time for laundry. Lots of laundry. And maybe just a little nibble of the hummous I brought back while the pita I also brought back is still fresh.
Later.
