We got home last night and are still dealing with a time zone change of 9 hours. One of the benefits, so to speak, is that my body thinks it is 'later' than it actually is local time, so I got up 'early' and got started on my day. I'm trying to stick to the local time zone schedule as closely as possible in hopes that my body clock will be tricked into getting back into the swing of things as quickly as possible.
Because I came home to rolling deadlines. By that I mean that they are coming thick and furious for the next six weeks.
I have a full calendar of appointments and commitments for the next couple of weeks whereupon I head out on another trip (and another time zone shift) for two weeks, arrive home on the Monday, set up for the first craft fair show on the Friday and then the following three weekends they run back to back with less and less time between them. Plus that pesky 450 mile drive to - and from - the last. In November. Which means possibly winter driving conditions...
At which point I may fall into bed for two weeks.
So far today I have dealt with finances - at least the start of dealing with the urgent things and preparing for the third quarter sales tax reporting - done some necessary shopping, taken care of some emails, some personal, some conference related, woven a table runner and two place mats.
Now I'm fighting the fact that my body thinks it is actually 2 am. I still have a meeting I really want/need to attend this evening but it is fairly early so I may fall into bed again at 10 pm. Or maybe by then my body will be waking up again because it thinks it is actually 7 am...
Ah, the joys of travel and time zone changes...
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