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It is 4:00am, I am awake and I have a jetlag hangover. Why is the aftermath of travel so unpleasant? I am continuing to unpack and put away today, but do not want to start doing so at this obscene hour of the morning on a Saturday.

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I had a really, truly, fantasticly wonderful sandwhich for lunch. It was sliced turkey breast with tomato and pepper, accompanied by carrot sticks and sliced apples. Very simple, but so enjoyable as to be worth posting about.

For dinner, we are having company and pad thai. I am looking forward to the pad thai, as I have been craving it for months.

This message has been brought to you from my belly, which has dealt with my body's jetlag by being hungry all the time on the theory that at some point it will be meal time and it is best to be prepared.