Oh my gawd …. isn’t jet lag a biatch?! I would’ve posted sooner but I’ve taken a liking to sleeping from 5:30pm to 7am … and have had the motivation of a sloth. I’ve been so slack that I haven’t even been bothered to eat an evening meal three nights running! Yea-huh … me and no food … you know things have to be dire!
An interesting thing I have found with long haul flights and my band is that my band appears to tighten up and leave me with very little appetite for a couple of days either side of the flight. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing but it does make it awkward to eat on a flight or with friends and family immediately after disembarking as I have found I experience a choke - without exception.
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I was ferreting around early this morning trying to pack for my impending jaunt to Dubai. I stood there staring into the yawning cavern of my cupboard (which in reality is really no bigger than a bar fridge!) and decided what-the-hell-I’ll-try-on-all-those-items-in-my-wardrobe-and-storage-that-I’ve-bought-but-never-worn. And? And, nearly every bloody thing in my wardrobe fitted! I had a totally new wardrobe to wear to Dubai. It was a hilarious predictament to be in, as when I normally travel, I travel light … partly because I can’t be arsed packing but more to the point because I have never had enough clothes that have fit or looked remotely nice!
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I will get around to posting about my trip home to Oz … but just now things are still a little raw and emotional. Add to that a little exhaustion … and I’m not sure I would be able to succinctly compile my thoughts. Not just yet anyway. All in good time, people … all in good time.
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