Jumping the pond

After trains, planes, and automobiles, I am safely tucked into my parents’ house in the States. It’s currently 1:25 AM and I’m bright eyed and bushy tailed–the pitch black darkness hasn’t convinced my body that it’s not really mid-afternoon.

The trip was for the most part uneventful, which is always a good thing.  I did have to carry my luggage up more flights of stairs than I care to recount, but a sore back will give me an excuse not to exercise for a few days, so I’m not complaining.

I’m home just in time to celebrate father’s day tomorrow.  I’ve got a special outing planned for my dad and I, and I’ve spied steaks, mashed potato casserole, and a bunch of fresh fruit in the fridge.  Technically, dinner should be for his enjoyment, but something tells me I might just enjoy it more than him.  It’s been 10 months since I’ve torn into a big juicy steak.

I’m off to wash off hours of travel, and then to attempt a few hours of sleep.  After five years of jumping the pond, you’d think I’d be a pro at preventing and defeating jet lag.  However, you won’t be finding any earth shattering tips here–other than get in the sun and don’t nap.  Considering my mom and I are taking a 16 hour road trip down to my grandparents’ starting Monday, I doubt I’ll even be following my no nap rule.  I’m about to become a night owl!