The Time Zone Trot

If you see me this week and I seem 'out of kilter' (well, ok, more than normal), here's why: I had no Thursday but two Friday's, no Sunday morning but two Tuesday's, and Saturday was pretty much a wash. This is the life of an international flight attendant flying transcontinental flights (what she can remember of them). Even as I write this it makes no sense. During the course of a week (due to fatigue) I lost (and found) my ID badge, my camera, several pair of readers and my ipod. I couldn't remember how old my son was. I didn't know why I was hungry for breakfast at four o'clock in the afternoon. When a passenger asks me what my route is, I think "I don't even know where I am now?" and when deciding when to eat, sleep, etc. I decide to follow the Buddhist saying: "Eat when you're hungry. Drink when you're thirsty. Sleep when you're tired." So, two days past the time zone trot, at three o'clock in the afternoon, I'm hitting the sack. It's bedtime somewhere.