Jetlag

I feel kind of dumb. Instead of telling you how I did my nails yesterday, I should have mentioned that I got home safe and sound. Then again, that was perfectly obvious.

I'm suffering quite a bit from jetlag and my thinking is foggy. When I have to talk to someone, my words come slowly. It's rather unpleasant.

I'm also putting up all the Israel posts in a new more chronology-friendly blog. As I get the rest of my adventures and observations written down, which is going to take longer than I thought, I will post them over there. Which is here: My trip to Israel.

If anything interesting happens in DC in the next few days, I can write it here and I can keep the Israel story going over there, with pictures and everything.

I did tell Mom that she should read the blog while I was gone so she could get the story. Now, perhaps, she should refrain. But maybe it's ok. Let's just play that by ear, shall we?

Now, I have to go and do something, but I'm not quite sure what.

Oh, and I did my taxes this morning and I unpacked and paid bills. Yay me! And I bit off that same thumb nail. Weird. The other nine are still safe and sound. Tomorrow, laundry.

Grateful for: home.