Arrival - Part 3 (jetlag)

My first day feels never ending. Like I imagine Iceland feels when the days are 20 hours long. I sleep late, go back to sleep a few times – wake up, it is still only early. I get up and do things, I eat a leisurely breakfast, I spin it out, I read the paper, I drink more coffee. It is still only 10.30. I go back to my room, read, write. Only now lunchtime. I am so tired, I sleep for a few hours, wake up thinking it must be almost evening. It’s 2pm.