So much better. Today it doesn't seem like a person could cut out a cube of the air and squeeze out a drink of water. Dusty, Julie, and I walked 3.5 miles on the trail this morning. We took our time because it's still hot but it was good to get back out there and sweat, not pant and gasp, just sweat. I want to get out and mow so I only have to shower once today, so here goes...
July8--Fihalhohi, Maldives. Nan lay awake listening to the soft sound of the ocean lapping against the pilings of their bungalow over the water and the clatter of palm fronds overhead. It had taken more than a full day to get from O'Hare to this tiny 20-acre island and she had no idea what time it was. Well, she could see the clock on the bedside table said 2:47 AM but her body had no idea whether it should be awake or asleep. It seemed like it was always 11 AM in every airport she was in over the last two days. O'Hare to London to Rome to Istanbul to Delhi, to the Maldives, it was always around 11 AM like time had been following her like a faithful but confused dog. She had lunch but felt it should be breakfast, lunch that ought to have been supper. They brought a meal when she arrived. She ate it but only wanted to sleep. She turned over and punched her pillow into a more comfortable shape. Could an person die of jet lag?
Poor Nan, jet lagged and grumpy on a tropical island. We should all have such problems, eh? I'm off to mow and sweat some more.
--Barbara
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