I came back to the East Coast thinking I had escaped jet lag. Reality has slapped me upside the head today, and I now realize the error of said assumption. It feels like I've missed days of sleep, but I'm really only 3 hours behind. In this morning's haste, I failed to stop at Starbucks for a few ounces of caffeine, and now, even as I type this post ('twill be a short one), the yawns keep coming. Note to self: next time take a couple days as a vacation from your vacation.

I wonder what Angela would say if I used this as an excuse to not go for a run today, even though I'm still supposed to be training for the 5K that's coming up some time this month. Nevermind... I know what she'd say: "No excuses" or something along those lines. From here on out, I'm lumping avid runners with all the morning people out there.

Aliens.