I don’t feel sick today. Let’s celebrate!

Well, I’m a little stuffy, and I coughed up some stuff this morning, but no sore throat and nothing else funny. Let’s assume it’s allergies and move on with our lives.

I started listening to an audiobook of Stephen King’s The Stand. If you know the story, then you know why having cold/flu symptoms might be freaking me out. At least the dates in the story don’t line up with the actual dates. My friend Mike had that happen to him the first time he read The Stand. The dates in the story and the actual dates he was reading were about the same, and he started catching a cold. Can you imagine how that would mess with someone’s head?

So it seems I don’t have the cold/flu bug (fingers crossed as always). I have a different kind of bug though. Jen has it too. We are suffering with the Travel Bug. Now that we’re home from a week and a half vacation to the opposite side of the continent, what are we starting to look forward to? Why traveling, of course.

Nothing major, just bed and breakfast type places over three day weekends. That sort of thing. We started looking at places at the far end of a one day drive last night and decided we should probably save up a little and go some place super swanky late in the year, rather than someplace less opulent over Labor Day weekend.

Who knows, maybe we’ll go back to San Diego (kidding!) over Labor Day weekend. Take a red-eye on Friday night after work, then stay for Saturday and Sunday and fly back on Monday. What do you think? I’m kidding, of course, but if this were serious I don’t know if I’d be able to drag myself back at the end of the weekend (kidding?).

The USS Midway steams across the Pacific when suddenly Patcheszilla attacks!

I have a new theory regarding my recent sleeping troubles. Perhaps I am just getting sick again.

Wouldn’t that be fun?

I woke up with a sore throat today. Wheeeee!

My wife is amazing. She just invented an awesome new curse word.

Schmucfudder.

I am swooning like crazy right now.

I’ve been to the West coast twice. In 2009 we spent a week there on our honeymoon. I honestly don’t remember how long it took me to adjust to the time zone changes.

Two weeks ago, when we returned to San Diego, it took about two days for the four of us to acclimate to Pacific time. We planned the trip with two days at home before going back to work specifically to help us re-acclimate to Eastern time. We needed two days out West so it makes sense that we’d need two days back home too, right?

Wrong.

Today is our fourth day back and I’m not adjusted yet. Last night Jen and I both complained about being completely exhausted when we got home from work, but we were both unable to fall asleep until after 11:00. I fell asleep at around 11:15 or so and then woke up again at midnight and couldn’t fall back to sleep until about 1:00am.

This morning when I woke up at about 6:30 I felt more exhausted than I had before I went to sleep. I felt like I’d stayed up all night. I believe I am going to need to hit the caffeine pretty hard today.

How long does it usually take to adjust from Pacific time to Eastern time?

It’s Monday. It’s not yet 7:00am. I’m awake. I’m going to work.

I don’t think I’ve ever been as depressed about the end of a vacation as I am right now.

Today is going to be so painful.

The tide was going out. In the two hours we sat there, these rocks kept getting bigger and bigger. Note the wimpy ass waves of the wimpy ass, second largest ocean on Earth.

As stated in a post yesterday, we followed up our Pacific Ocean adventure by cooling our heels in the Atlantic Ocean. Here we see the slightly rocky state beach in North Hampton, NH.