Jet Lag

We got home about 6 a.m. Friday morning after an 11-and-a-half hour flight from Israel. I actually slept a bit on the flight home so I wasn't entirely zonked on arrival.


And the next morning I was able to play some competitive tennis for an hour. The crash came Saturday afternoon and into Sunday and part of Monday.

Jet lag is real. My legs and ankles swell and it takes a few days for them to return to normal. The head is a different story. It keep asking “what time is it?” When going from west to east it isn't so bad. The trick there is just go with whatever time it is when you arrive.

Traveling east to west is a different story. It takes me days to orient myself to eastern standard time when I've been seven hours ahead of it for 10 days. But I'm back now and can say we had a wonderful time with the family, particularly the grand-children and the great-grand-children.

We were doted on and catered to and we made sure that each of the children had quality time with us. They liked that and so did we.

Now it's back to emailing and phoning to cover the six-thousand mile gap.

Oh, in case you were wondering, we watched CNN's “All Cairo All The Time” coverage of the Egyptian revolution and followed the Israeli newspaper coverage as well. We did not see or feel any obvious concern by people we met in our travels. Israelis seemed to be watchful but taking events in their stride.

Hope for the best but prepare for the worst.