Saying the last 10 days have been a bit of a blur is an understatement of mass proportions. I’ve been to five different countries, on five separate flights, across three different time zones and not slept in the same place for more than two days. Flight number three I started to feel that awful tickle in the back of my throat as this girl in a surgical mask coughed ferouciously next to me. (Serious question: Do those masks really do anything?)
This might be why they suggest traveling while you’re young. Not that I feel particularly youthful at the moment. I didn’t know so many places on my body could ache at the same time, without excercise.
Thank god for sweet, sweet caffeine.