Day 219: Jet lag

I’ve written posts before, this year, when my brain felt mushed, but there’s something about emerging from a bout of international air-hopping  that’s making my mind feel like a panini right now.

With the squished quality of my mental capacity, I am hard-pressed to report our trip, so far, with either panache or details.

Let this post just be a beginning:  a commitment to connect and report with more, in the days to come.

For now, I’m glad to report that my son and I landed in London, safe and sound.

Thanks to the Wright brothers and all others who have made jet lag possible, to my erudite traveling companion, and to you, for reading today.