It's been almost 4 days since we arrived on this side of the Atlantic and I'm still exhausted. I think it's jetlag.
My entire physical self is simply resisting and rebelling with all its might the adjustment to this time zone. I really should go back to bed and get a bit more sleep, but it's not happening.
I don't know why I resist resting when I need it so much. But resistance or no, I've entered a new time zone and adjust I must, and adjust I will. It's only a matter of time. Maybe that's what Monks and monastic rhythms is like, for me.
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