Lagging Behind

Last night was my first class of the spring semester, and although I'm still readjusting to the time changes, the class perked me up. It was Literacy and Applied Linguistics, and since I have an undying passion for linguistics, I was in heaven. We talked about the International Phonetic Alphabet, which is one of the coolest things ever.

I have another class on Thursday afternoon, but I think I'll like it a lot too--it's 18th century British novel.

We got back to LR Saturday evening, where Amber cheerfully picked us up. It was an 18 hour journey, and our bodies knew that it was time to rest. We had slept most of the way on the plane from Atlanta, waking up with cocktail napkins on our legs (did the flight attendants smirk as they did so?). We went to Kerry and Justin's house where we chatted a bit with friends before succumbing to sleep.

Jet lag hit me later the next day; it wouldn't hit Lance until yesterday. Someone mentioned to me that she heard it took as many days as the hours of time difference to recover from jet lag; I think that a valid assertion. An afternoon walk and coffee has perked me back up for the rest of the day. My plans for tonight are some rest, some DVD watching, and maybe a little bookmaking or cleaning up my apartment, which is still in a shambles from the move. As soon as we get our pictures uploaded, I'll start posting Spain stories!