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The jet lag continues, a week after my return. I’m still having a hard time staying up past 7pm, and I’m waking at 4-5 AM; ouch! Add a bad cold to the mix, and it has not been a smooth … Continue reading
Jet lag, or re-entry, after a long trip is a bitch. Despite the fact that I had the most amazing time in Israel, by the time I got to North America yesterday— as in Toronto, Canada, and just shy of … Continue reading
(Written late Sunday evening; photos posted Monday. No sober editing.) When I was in college, there was the dreaded drunk call. You got drunk, and inevitably dialed the wrong person’s number… Usually a boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, a crush… the wrong person: … Continue reading