I arrived in the UK a few days ago. Since then, I’ve experienced the usual challenges adjusting to the time difference. Despite my best attempts to establish regular sleeping hours, I’m unable to fall asleep until well past midnight. When I finally pass out, I sleep like a rock until well after noon the next day—just in time to watch the daylight fade to darkness. This dismal cycle is wreaking havoc on my productivity and my mood.
To soothe my jetlag, I’ve been taking long walks around Loughton and Great Holm.
- Swim Swam Swum
- My hairstylist swam the English Channel today. I’m tremendously impressed. She took up swimming just a couple of years ago and now she’s bagged a world-class marathon swim with efficiency and finesse.
- Lake Irene
- It’s two weeks since I last ventured into the mountains and I wonder if I’m getting lazy. To combat a growing sense of stagnation, I resolve to find a new high-country destination to explore this weekend.
- Knee Deep
- A few days ago I started going for walks again. Let me be precise: outdoor walks, in the cold. This is an accomplishment considering I usually let January’s subfreezing temperatures and meager daylight confine me to the couch.