Rhythm and Snooze

I feel like I lost a day somewhere. Let’s see what actually happened.

Went to bed Sunday night about 12:30am EST, after the wedding (which was a perfectly cast and performed Movie of the Week … more on that in another post).

Got up at 5am Monday to head to the airport for an 8am flight. Made it to LGA with no problems and hung out with MAK and K for a few hours. Caught up on Weeds. Walked through a street fair. Avoided fried dough ... well, most of us did. Bought way too many bags of candy corn and Tootsie Rolls at the Rite-Aid.

Headed to JFK for our 6:45pm flight to London. Again, no problems (except for the Admiral’s Club still being bollocks compared to BA’s lounge). Boarded. Got drinks, menus, and film choices. Wheee ... a week of fun almost over and time to head home.

Ooops, co-pilot found a glitch on his final walk around. Engineering needs to examine the hydraulics. Should be fixed in a jiffy. Much waiting.

You see where this is going, eh?

Plane was taken out of service. Disembark. More waiting. Will we fly or won’t we?

New equipment’s found but needs to be cleaned, catered, etc. Frenzied rush of all passengers to a new gate. Everyone has to go through security again. Queue at the new gate for awhile until a later-than-necessary announcement is made saying if you have a boarding pass you’re already checked in and it’s the same configuration as before. We’ll board as soon as possible.

An hour later, still no sign of boarding. Finally get on around 9:45. We finally took off around 10:30. Didn’t take the Xanax that we’d scored off the sister-in-law. Watched X-Men III and was disappointed. I dozed but never slept. Landed about 10am yesterday UK time. Waited a year for luggage. Got home and laid down about 12:30 for a quick nap. For some reason I felt a little worn out. Woke up six hours later in the exact same position I remember being in when I started my snooze. Couldn’t sleep last night and finally fell asleep around 5am, waking up around 1pm.

And now it’s Wednesday, but it feels like Tuesday. I think.

So, in a nutshell, my circadian clock is … how do the Batttlestar Galactians say … totally fracked. But the Tootsie Rolls are really good.