No Jet Lag

I just realized that I stayed awake for 32 hours straight!! Well, except a half dozen catnaps of 15 minutes or less. I can't remember what I did all that time. Mostly squirm in my seat with pains in one leg and twitches in the other. I took two drinks every time they offered them; but even so, you can get pretty dehydrated on a plane. I heard pieces of a conversation in Spanish, including words like Cuba, Castro, millionaires, billionaires, London, Greece, family, invest, married, earn, learn Spanish, one morning, many times, excuses, Socrates, Hippocrates, students, and "dya know what I mean?" Apparently "dya- know-what-I-mean" is a Spanish word.

I caught glimpses of other passengers' movies, (from a distance with no sound) which got me analyzing camera techniques and stupid plots, and the unrealness of super-heroes, and the non-glory of being one.

I tried to watch an informational video or two, but even there, the camera-work was annoying. If I hadn't been raised on books and developed a longer span of attention, I'm sure my brain would never have developed. I don't get a thrill out of many short close-ups. I always want to see the larger picture, and how everything fits together. Or I need time to examine what I'm looking at, so as to find what I am interested in, rather than receive impressions forced on me in flashes. The only thing I remember from it all is a close-up of water running in a stream, and wondering where the stream came from, where it went, how the rocks in the stream affected the water flow, what kinds of plants grew along the banks, etc. But they don't want you to look closely or think or analyze.

I don't get jet lag. I find it too complicated. So when it's dark I lie in bed in the dark, tossing and turning and maybe sleeping. When it's daylight, if I happen to wake up, I try to keep my eyes open as much as possible, never minding if I feel a little sick, taking short naps if necessary. After all, the sun rules. Body clocks can reset themselves. I'm not in the habit of looking at the clock anyway.

First thing I notice when I walk in the house is the mold smell. It will have to be aired as soon as possible. Next is that the living room light has no shade on it. Al didn't know what happened to it. I remember now--just before I left it melted and cracked and I threw it away. So now there are no shades on any of the lights in the house. They tend to melt or make the bulbs burn out faster. Next thing I notice is that my plants have nearly died, but maybe they'll revive. They're the slow kind--slow to grow, slow to die, so months go by before they change much.

Fortunately my suitcase that got left in Frankfurt arrived today. There is plenty to do. Just ordinary housekeeping-type stuff, but it's my own place, which can make it interesting or satisfying.