Just what is jet?

Well, let's see. Get on a plane at 6:00 p.m Eastern Standard Time. FLy for eight hours, but it's actually 14 hours later when you land in London. Couldn't sleep on the plane. It's 8 a.m. when we go through Customs. An hour trip on a train to Victoria Station. (I can't write whole sentences.) A very poor decision to walk to the hotel. After all, it's only about two inches on the map. First, find the Arch bar (a bar is a gate; a gate is a street) entrance to Hyde Park. By the way, did you know that Hyde Park is as big as Morocco. Try to get a cab with dollars instead of pounds. Keep walking. Remember, Wanda packed for the rest of the calendar year. I'm carrying a forty pound back pack, pulling the seventy five pound suitcase. Wanda is pulling my 30 pound suitcase. You've needed to find a bath room since final approach, but couldn't. About an hour and a half later, you find your hotel. Sweating, whining, gasping for air because Wanda won't let me stop for a smoke, feet hurt, dying to find a loo. Now, the guy comes flying out of the hotel and carries our bags up to the room. Pass out on the bed for an hour. Do a bus tour, take another nap, tour the Tower of London, take showers where an eighth of an inch on the cold water knob is the difference between ice and fire, go eat Fish and Chips.

So, what is it? It's a complete detachment of the mind from the body in time and space. You know that your body is walking, eating, talking, lying down, or standing in line, but you mind is not there. It's rebooting but keeps hitting "runtime error" messages. You ask the same question four times, you know someone expects you to say something smart or inquisitive, but.....


Oh, yea. Its not "jet", it's "jet lag". I write again later.