Flying west to east always does for me. Every USA trip has ended with me crumpling in a heap. At least this time I’ve not had to work.
But despite a sub-six hour flight home in the extreme comfort of my first class “suite”, and a Thursday night sleep that crossed eleven hours and provided a convenient 9am wake up, my body is all over the place.
At present my body wants to sleep. It’s 2pm in New England so why on earth would my body think it’s sleep time? It makes job sense!
I’ve returned meal consumption to uk times so I suppose I just need to let my body adjust. At the moment this one is tougher than much longer flights home from Denver and Phoenix.
May it stop soon