It was autumn in Africa, marked more by intermittent rain than cool temps, but the flowers were past their prime, and the grapes had already been harvested. So I kept thinking about spring in the US, even on the west coast where the transition is subtler, flowers and trees still burst with color. I returned craving blue skies, warm breezes and blossoms. Instead it's been gray, cool and drizzling since I landed at LAX Saturday night. Jet lag is harder to shake when the world outside my window is a monotonous shade of gloom. Thankfully, I'm getting through the days without feeling like a narcoleptic. I brazenly had a full schedule today and made plans tonight, but all I can think about is sleep!
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