Two weeks ago we flew from Toulouse to Washington D.C. I hit the ground running without feeling jet lag including:
- Having dinner with the Anti-FATCA team.
- Visiting with six congressmen to convince them they should repeal FATCA
- A congressional hearing on unintended consequences of FATCA
- A press conference
- A date with my husband at a German restaurant where the accordionist played Morgan for me
- Amtrak to Boston
- An afternoon wandering around Boston with a good friend I see too little of
- Getting a new cat with my daughter (for her not me)
- A week of solid work on a new book
- Getting my nails done
- Quality time with my beloved daughter
- Watching Handmaid's Tale
- Eating a huge lobster at Legal Seafood
- Taking an emotional tour of a city that I love but will probably never see again
I was all powerful.
I was Wonder Woman.
On Sunday we flew home making our connector flight from Paris with seconds to spare and a two hour+ drive to Argelès where I slept part of the way. Good thing Rick was driving.
Jet lag then hit big time.
Trying to do simple tasks like walk and talk, order from a menu has become a major chore never mind I sleep when I should and stay awake when I should sleep.
I did have a moment of respite when I had a cup of espresso at l'Hostalet. However, I still feel like I'm walking thru the bottom of an aquarium.
And I can't swim.