And I can’t sleep, the vestiges of international travel. I’m wide awake with a full day tomorrow which includes an all hands meeting for my US team (the Asia team’s was last Wednesday.) Thus I have B.B. King’s Three O’Clock Blues running through my head - if you haven’t heard it, do yourself a favor and listen…
Instead of jet lag, this impact really should be called travel shock (guess this condition is reserved for bottles of wine rather than people - but I think it’s more descriptive and more accurate than jet lag.) For some reason, it’s always more acute for Asia trips for me than Europe. I wonder why that is?
Meanwhile, I’m going to try to get myself relaxed and hit the hay for a couple of more hours of zzzz’s….
