Jet lag has a texture. It's soft and fuzzy and remote as a spring peach in the dead of winter. But jet lag or not, it's good to be home. I didn't fully appreciate how homesick I've been lately until I saw the skyscrapers out the cab window. I can't ever seem to stay put here, but I do miss it like heck when I am gone. Crazy mad beautiful home.
I'd say more, but sleep is calling.