It's official. This tour has beat my ass like a drum. I gave up on trying to be stoic about the jet lag yesterday and slept from 2 PM to 8 AM this morning via sleeping pill.
Later today I'm getting my ass to the MD to kick this sinus infection (I've put up with is since Beijing and I'm done. Stick a fork in me.)
I have not yet begun to unpack and the house is a wreck. (Partially my fault from all the crap I dragged home and partially the fact that hubby has been running like a crazy man since I left)
Much love to you peeps, but I have to get my ass to the gym. I managed to somehow lose ten pounds in the course of this jaunt (Walking? Food with heads? No one will ever know) and I'd like to keep that pattern moving.
If I can just stay awake.
