Jet lag. It's worse coming this way, against the sun. Here I am, early-bird me, struggling to wake up at nearly eight o'clock in the morning. Yesterday, I wanted to go to the supermarket, but by mid-morning (5:00 a.m. in N.C.), I was too groggy to drive. A cup of coffee revived me, and the same thing is helping this morning.
I did enjoy the walk with Callie yesterday morning, between eight and nine. We walked through vineyard and woods, out to the paved tourist road, and back home again. You would have thought that might wake me up and get my mind and body working again. Not really.
So I guess I'll try to get to the store this morning. There are things we need and want, including some cream cheese for the bagels I packed in my carry-on and brought back. This morning, the sun is again shining. It's cold out, and light rain is supposed to move in again this afternoon. March is going out like a wimp.
I am enjoying getting back to my old stomping grounds, even if I am half out of it and the weather is a lot colder than I would like. It will soon be time to get to work in the garden. Early springtime is probably the cruelest season. You just have to wait it out.