A month of poor sleep:
Tiredness heaps up ballast.
Aloft never more.
Too much travelling, and a long stretch of sleeping - or trying to - on sultry nights in un-air-conditioned rooms, or on rock-hard beds, or in the seats of planes and buses... it's all rather dramatically caught up with me now. Even before I left New York, I had been fighting an increasingly powerful inclination to stay in bed ALL DAY; so, it's not classical jet lag; it's just accumulated exhaustion. Well, I hope it's that, and not something worse; I've hardly been able to keep my eyes open for the past few days. [I was thinking more about my spirits in that last line, not renouncing aviation!]
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