Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

The Timelords of Aurora

Last night I went to pick my wife up from the airport at 12.30am. She is jetlagged to the max and her brain is still on GMT -6.

So after we get home, she makes me drive her out for supper, which was actually her lunch at around 4am. By the time I get to bed it’s already 5am. Then she wakes me up at 8am. Right now we’re supposed to be packing everything up into little boxes because her family is moving house today. Unfortunately, as I type this, she’s asleep - her brain thinks it’s bedtime.

Oh lawdy. I am just so about to collapse from sleep deprivation myself.

are u sure it’s the jetlag???