Some thirty-six hours after arriving, my body hasn't fully adjusted to the new time zone yet. It's been a while since I've traveled intercontinental and so the feeling is strange. It's not so much in the sleep, though I was awake for part of the night last night. Otherwise, I've been functional throughout the day, even managing to put in time for some house chores this morning. No, it's in the off-hour hunger pangs because apparently my stomach is still attuned to Pacific Time. Then there's some general queasiness, like I want to throw up. My body senses that not everything is right. Perhaps the sleep issue will catch up with me tomorrow or the day after. For now, it seems to be everything else.
Then there's the matter of my mind. I drove to S&R this afternoon. As I navigated through Sunday traffic along Davao streets, it felt odd. Familiar yet at the same time unfamiliar. For three weeks I was so used to zipping along on freeways at 120kph, now I'm back at a snail's pace. For three weeks I was used to cars giving each other sufficient berth, and now we're bumper to bumper. And I think: wasn't I elsewhere just yesterday? In another world, perhaps?
Tomorrow there's work. I don't think I'm quite ready yet, but what else to do but soldier on? This is why I came back when I did. It'll be good to get back with the team, but as I look at their accomplishment reports, I'm wondering how soon I'll get back up to speed with the projects. I can only hope I don't fall asleep in the middle of the day.