I am beginning to discover, after almost a year of retirement, that Mondays are no different from any other day of the week...so they are not so dreaded, except to be reminded that it's another week and I still haven't gotten things done!
Denis's mother arrived without much more than a 2-hour delay out of Paris, but I was somewhat surprised at the route. From Paris, the flight went straight north over the Atlantic--probably into the Arctic Circle--then came down through the whole length of Canada to the US and California. My best guess is that they were avoiding the volcanic ash cloud, but that was a doozy of a detour! Today, Luda got up with classic symptoms of jet lag. I used to think that jet lag was just another term for fatigue, but it turns out that it is a big deal. Sources on the Internet say that it takes at least one day for every time zone crossed in order to recover. Luda crossed eleven time zones!! At that rate, she might be almost recovered just about the time that she has to head back, and I guess eastbound travel is much worse than westbound. Poor lady!
I went to my radio club meeting tonight. We are planning for Field Day in June. And the Dayton Hamvention is this weekend. It used to be fun. Now it is a responsibility. Not sure if I am looking forward to it or just want it to be over.
Ugh! And again I say, "ugh"! Going to bed. Have to have the buggy in for repairs in the morning. Ciao.
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