The Land of the Rising Sun… And The Home of the Brave

The sun rises outside the window.  We are descending into Dallas Fort Worth and thanks to crossing the international date line, we are arriving before we departed.

I haven’t slept in days… I couldn’t sleep the last night in Tokyo and I was able to log maybe  fifteen minutes on the 11 hour flight to DFW.  I’m boarding my connecting flight here shortly and have already decided it would be unwise to attempt a recovery run when I get home.  As positive as it might be for me mentally, I’m feeling physically uncoordinated and I fear I’d clumsily trip over my own two feet and really hurt myself.

It’s been a good trip but now I need to get home, fight off this cold that has waylaid mom and now me, and reset for the next round.

Once more unto the breach…