“That must have been a very special time in Greece,” Maga said.
“Beyond. Special. Amazing. So so fun.”
“How’s your jet lag?”
“Not good, actually. I’m having a terrible time getting back to a normal schedule.”
“You’ve been home a week already?”
“Not quite. Not yet.”
“Oh, well these things take time. At least a week. At least they did in my experience.”
“What tricks did you use to get over it?”
“Oh, well, probably sleeping pills which would help me finish out the night.”
“There’s an idea.”
“Just know that good, normal times are ahead of you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind!”
“What time is it there?” Maga asked, “8pm?”
“No, 11pm.”
“What?!? Where are you?”
“East Coast.”
“Oh that’s right, of course. Oh, my goodness you should get to bed.”
“I’m already in it.”
“You are?! Now there’s a smart girl.”
With a brain functioning not even remotely on full capacity, I’ll take the compliment and wrap myself up in sweet dreams, too, while I’m at it.
Abigail Mumford 