Jet lag is definitely real for any nonbelievers out there. I went to bed a little before six last night and woke up at three this morning. It is almost seven as I write this and I don't think I can stay awake much longer. I've never been good at not going to sleep when I am tired.
I had some troubles getting going this morning. Kendra was being so lovey and I just wish I had one more day with her. As I was putting on my coat to leave, she started hopping around like she wanted to go outside for another walk. So we did. I was already getting to work way early, so why not. I think we both went through some separation anxiety this morning.
As I drove to work I felt very off. These are the times when I am so thankful that I talk to my dad each morning. I know many people would probably think it is strange that I talk to him at least once a day, but why wouldn't I want to talk to my best friend each day? I can't imagine starting my day any other way.
Once I got to work, I was a productive machine. I knocked out all of the things on my to do list. All in all, it wasn't a bad day. As I was leaving work I stopped to talk to my friend Jenne. She asked how my trip was and I rambled a little. I talked about how I was trying to catch up with my blog. At that moment I realized that I was really not ready for this trip to be over. Somehow it feels that once I'm finished updating my blog, the trip is really over. I know it is actually over now, but I don't want to accept it. So much time is put into the planning and anticipation. Once it is over, there is a little emptiness even though so much was gained. I guess I just have to start thinking about the next thing to look forward to.