I’m back in the states, thankfully. I feel drained, and rightfully so. A 15 hour flight from Singapore has left me decidedly jett lagged, something I fear I won’t recover from as quickly as I was hoping.
Currently sitting in a cafe named Boulangerie, located downtown San Francisco. I spent the night at Seth’s after a work meeting with Scott and Seth and I. I was fairly useless, and passed out immediately after our meeting concluded which, after second thought, I’m not quite sure how it ended or on what note. I must have closed my eyes and passed out. I woke to a dark room and Seth asleep in his bed. I picked myself up from the crannied couch, disrobed, and slid onto the blow up mattress.
On Sunday Scott picked me up at the airport and we went to Joannes for breakfast.