So, I'm very confused about what day and time it is. I got on the plane in Toronto on Tuesday evening, and arrived about noon in Rome after an eight and a half hour flight. My brain thought it was still late Tuesday night. Then I went home and promptly fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up it was dark, and I didn't know what time it was because I had forgotten to change my computer and phone clock back to Rome time and my brain was too fuzzed-out to do the math.
All I knew was that it was dark o'clock and that someone had slipped a mickey fin into my tea, except that I hadn't had any tea yet. Went to bed, slept until it was still dark and got up. Went back to bed when it was just starting to get light out.
Woke up to the pussy cat patting my arm and meowing in my face, "GET UP, monkey! What are you doing still in bed?" She had loads of food and water in her dishes so she wasn't trying to get me to feed her. She just thought that I'd slept enough.
I just took a look at the clock and it says it's Thursday!
Something has just occurred to me: how come Indiana Jones didn't have to spend a week in bed when he got off the plane in Nepal, or wherever it was he met Marion? And again when they flew from Nepal to Cairo? How come they weren't staggering around Cairo mindlessly buying random things in a fog of insensibility and complaining of their sleep-deprivation-induced gastro-intestinal distress?
Crikey! I really do HATE that trans-atlantic thing.