This morning, jet lagged, lying in bed waiting for the clock to show a reasonable hour, I listed in my head the many things I still needed to do to finish moving in. Tell billion things in my brain at once. And then I thought of my blog.
My poor blog. Last on the priority list. No time to write for hours and hours, in spite of all the great stories I had to tell. I hoped I would remember those stories when I had enough time to sit down and write them.
And then as I watched the clock, waiting for a reasonable time to get up and get busy, I realized that jet lag time is a perfect time for telling stories.
So here you go.
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