Finally getting over jet lag enough to actually write about it. Most everybody knows what jet lag is--and many, many know what it feels like. I asked members of our family what they think about jet lag.
Benjamin: "Jet lag? Ugh. Wow! Really? It's...well...really...yucky!" (The following pictures were taken during my failed attempt to keep people awake until bed-time on our first day in Zambia.)
Andrew: Drew and I were in the same bed, I guess because we had the same level of sleeplessness. We worked crossword puzzles together--ones in Games magazine. "Baby owl" was the clue. We were stumped. Somehow we fell asleep and then woke up about 2 or 3 in the morning. He rolled over--"Owlet." Sleepily I respond, "What?!" "Owlet. That's the baby owl. You know--in the crossword puzzle." I affirm his insight, roll over and reach for something outside of the mosquito net. "Mommy--don't write it down now!!"
Andy: No comment--he has censored the picture of himself asleep in a chair with his mouth hanging open.
Beth: I obviously worked crossword puzzles in bed under the mosquito net. I got hungry about 11:00 at night--raided the refrigerator. I woke up about 2 or 3AM, fell back to sleep about 4, slept until about 5 or 6, got up and then wanted to pass out at 3 in the afternoon. I walked through my day with a smile on my face, a dazed look in my eyes and hoped (and prayed) that anything that came out of my mouth would not be regrettable. This lasted for about 8 days and then I fell into routine.