A week after arriving home from Italy, my brain is still swaddled in in the wooly feel of jetlag.
This morning I slept until 8:10. I had to get the trash to the pickup point by 8:30. So I leapt out of bed, quickly gathered all the trashcans and other garbage and made a run for it.
The trash truck was a few minutes late, thank goodness.
I must find something that will cut through this wooliness. Melatonin is illegal in Japan, so I hope coffee will do the trick…
