New Year's Day, 2017.
I have a hangover. I'm exhausted and my head hurts. This is the worst hangover ever.
I have a hangover. I'm exhausted and my head hurts. This is the worst hangover ever.
No, not from ringing in the New Year with too much champagne. My hangover is the traveling kind. Chuck and I left Saint George, Utah last night at 9:00 p.m. CST, courtesy of the Saint George shuttle, and flew out of Las Vegas around 12:30, CST. This girl is used to being asleep in her soft bed by 8:30 most nights. We sat in a van; we sat in an airport; we sat on a plane; we sat in the car. We sat upright for nine hours through the night.
Flying across two time zones, Chuck and I missed any sort of New Year's Eve celebration. Pressurized airplanes and sinus headaches made for a miserable flying experience. You know that unreasonable feeling you get when you've been cooped up for too long, and you are in pain, and you just want to be at home? I felt that all night long. I've never been so happy to collapse into bed as I was this morning when we arrived home at 6:00.
Flying across two time zones, Chuck and I missed any sort of New Year's Eve celebration. Pressurized airplanes and sinus headaches made for a miserable flying experience. You know that unreasonable feeling you get when you've been cooped up for too long, and you are in pain, and you just want to be at home? I felt that all night long. I've never been so happy to collapse into bed as I was this morning when we arrived home at 6:00.
I told the kids I would do it all again; pull two all-nighters traveling to and from Utah, to have Christmas with them. We all agreed it was our Best Christmas Ever. The travel was brutal, but the blessings were worth it. It was the first actual Christmas day I've had with my kids in almost 10 years. And it was wonderful to all be together.
At the moment, Chuck and I are easing into 2017, listening to Simon and Garfunkel, editing pictures from our week in Utah, and trying to decide on our one word focus for the year. I'm sipping my peppermint bark tea, and Chuck is nursing a Powerade Zero, the best cures for our traveling hangovers, I think.
I understand your hangover and rejoice at the reason for it! Enjoy your recovery day.
ReplyDeleteRejoicing is a great way to look at it. Thank you, Stella! It was a very good day: fire in the fireplace, and Scrabble on a real board with my husband. Meat loaf and mashed potatoes. A good nap.
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