I went for a walk in LA this morning and it felt normal, as if this was just another country that I would walk around in. Which is odd, but suggests I’m adjusted to this country faster than I would have expected.
I flew out of LAX just before eleven, on a bumpy flight back up to Seattle, and then spent the afternoon hunched over a laptop, before going out drinking this evening.
My wife sent me out on the booze while she put the kids to bed. I should have sent her out instead but I think after a heavy duty glass of sangria she was aiming to be in bed asleep quickly.
So I’m shattered now, after two days of little sleep or food, but I’ve had no go karting today so my body should be recovered from the stress of that. To bed, to bed…