We went, we returned. Thank you, Hashem, for another wonderful trip. To Israel, of course. (Apologies to those I didn't contact because I knew I wouldn't have time to see.) Took enough photos to give me material for a couple of blog posts - after the jet lag clears.
Ahhh, yes, the jet lag. Been back for ten days now and still not on my "normal" sleeping schedule (a relative term, for sure). But I'm happily resigned to feeling my eyelids go oh-so-heavy way-too-early in the evening; to the mid-night tossing and turning as I try to tell my internal timer that we're not in Israel anymore. (She doesn't believe me.) I wake up bug-eyed at 5:00 a.m. and watch the sky turn from inky-black to baby blue.
this rendition my personal Song of the Year - although it is somewhat more than a year old. (WARNING: Singing women ahead. Men are advised to consult their local Orthodox rabbi before proceeding.) By clicking on the link, you are also helping me follow through on my recent pledge to introduce you to more blogs about Israel. I just happened upon this one while searching for a link to the song. It's got lots of interesting info - and a blog roll of other Israel blogs that I will review in future posts, please G-d. But I digress. Blame it on the jet lag.
And if I listen really hard, I can even hear the rushing waters of Tel Dan in Israel's North, where we saw the rivers swollen from the abundant rains of this very wet winter.
My jet lag gets me more help with the supper dishes and is my excuse for still not getting back to the gym. As I take on another jet lagged day, I say the morning blessing with extra enthusiasm: "Blessed are you, Hashem...Who gives the tired person strength." Not sleep. Strength. Clearly, the sleep thing must be overrated.
I assume there are various theories about why jet lag always seems worse when you get home from wherever you've been than when you got to where you were going. I'd like to think it's because you generally don't need to be reminded of where you live but rather of where you've traveled.
In a few weeks, when our clocks "spring forward", my sleep schedule will be forced back to "normal" and I will have to work harder to Remember my most recent trip to Jerusalem and pray harder for the day when we won't need any reminders at all...because we will be Home to stay.