I’d Be Having Even More Fun in France…
… If I just weren’t so damn tired.
No idea why. Lord knows I’m getting tons of sleep. And I’m pretty sure it’s not jet lag. I suspect that fundamentally not being able to understand all the very nice people around you may ultimately be fatiguing.
So: Still having fun. But I might pack it in early tonight.
Also, still wrapping my brain around the fact it’s several hours earlier where most everyone I know is. It messes with my head to call my wife at noon her time and five my time. Usually when I have a time change it’s being three hours behind because I’m on the West coast. This all takes getting used to.