Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. - Cyril Connolly
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
It's not the heat, it's the humidity
Damn straight.
Got off the plane at 1:15 AM last night, and was hit by a wall of wet heat coming off the jetway. My shirt was clinging to me by the time I got to the land of lost luggage to wait for my bags (both showed up!). I checked the temp., and it was actually COOLER than it had been in Phoenix when I left, but it was far, far more uncomfortable. Got home at 2:00 AM, and the house was stifling. Tossed on the AC and the ceiling fan and plopped into bed for a whopping 4 hours, which, due to the heat, was more like 2.5 hours of decent sleep.
Needless to say, I'm dragging and jet lagged today. It's noon and I've made it through my mail and answering all the emails I read last week, but didn't respond to unless they were urgent.
I flipped open the suitcase this morning and grabbed the first clean outfit I unearthed. It's a little "resort wear casual" for the office, but it's cool and comfortable, and I told my assistant not to schedule anything my first day back so I could get caught up and write my monthly report. THEN, I get a call that the CEO of the health system wants a "brief meeting" this evening at 5:30 to go over something, and I suddenly find myself wearing "casual Friday", on a business Tuesday. Crappity crap.
And what is it about travel that wreaks complete and total havoc on an otherwise healthy digestive system? Churned up, stopped up, bloated and discombobulated.... ugh.
Sounds like you need a vacation.