Aquarium

I am being punished by the universe for being smug about jet lag.

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 had conquered jet lag.

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.