We’ve now been home for four days. Or is it five? We arrived home Thursday evening, so I’m counting from Friday. That means four.

I told Dan I didn’t really have jet lag this time. I adjusted quickly. I mentioned, too, that I had a bit of a headache.

He said it was probably jet lag.

NO WAY!

I also said I was having trouble getting moving — my body just sort of ached.

He suggested that was jet lag. But no. Can’t be.

I said my watch said I wasn’t sleeping well. It’s rather ashamed of me.

If I remember correctly, he suggested jet lag.

But maybe he didn’t. Maybe my memory is off.

I’m sure he’d suggest jet lag causes memory issues.

But honestly, I don’t suffer from jet lag. You’ll just have to trust me on that.

Meanwhile … I’m back to the computer, trying to put together the next trip. If we do what we’ve planned we would take three flights. When I put all three together it was rather costly. If I separate the last one from the first two things seem more doable. If I separate the first one from the next two the price skyrockets. I really have to play around with how to connect them, which days and times we fly, and run it through three ways of paying: all cash, miles plus cash, or all miles. It does get a bit complicated.

But now? Now I’m enjoying some tea I grabbed from one of the hotel rooms (Taylors lemon & ginger), and two cookies from our little tin of cookies — we had £10 remaining when at the airport so we had to purchase something and this tin was exactly £10. What’s a person to do?! It’s fun to enjoy the cookies and tea and reminisce.

Hm. Am I really reminiscing even when it’s just been four days? Or is it five?

I share this hairy coo on my photography site, but here … have a coo here, too!