About me: Artist of the floating world

The world is floating but I am not an artist. Not yesterday. Not today.

Brain won't function.

Yesterday, I was a domestic goddess zombie. More like a farmer's wife, I suppose. (I'm not saying that this requires no brain, but that the brain patterns are set in my mind so it's possible to work on automatic pilot.)

By David Burliuk

Riding Alfie in torrential rain.

Washing.

Ironing.

Cleaning tack.

Making citronella fly-spray for the horses.

Baking courgette cake and cheese scones.

Arranging to see a second-hand chicken coop...

(Yes, today my chicken quest is one step closer.)

By Matt Sesow

 The end of jet lag seemingly ISN'T

 Make the most of it, domesticity.

About Me: Oooh, the desynchronosis...

That's the medical term for jet lag.

Lady Gaga says it's like bad shrooms.

By Aanabelle

I wouldn't know.

Tim did in fact cook mushrooms for our welcome home dinner but to me they tasted perfectly fine.

I feel spaced out. Can't concentrate. Am easily distractible. Go upstairs and can't remember the purpose of my journey. Start a sentence and tail off.  Eyes are glazed. Expression is blank. Have short-term memory issues.

So what's new?

Do not confuse peace of mind with spaced-out insensitivity.

A truly peaceful mind is very sensitive, very aware...says the Dalai Lama.

I am certainly spaced out. Certainly lacking awareness.

Not, I hope, insensitive, but I wouldn't trust me with anything important today.

Moan groan moan groan - well, I would, only I haven't the energy. Honestly, you do it by the book and this is the result. Tsk tsk tsk. I kept myself awake all day yesterday, didn't go to bed until 11 p.m. then...

Couldn't sleep.

Then did sleep...right through the alarm.

Now I'm floating...

It's quite pleasant floating, but all the time I have a vague thought I've forgotten something.

Probably where my marbles are.

Five hours Dominican jet lag and Caroline Coxon wakes in Buxted Village to the dire and ever-circling wolves of disrupted circadian rhythm.

With apologies to William Gibson for the massacred quote.

Actually, so far I don't feel too bad. It FEELS like 2.15 in the afternoon as opposed to 9.15 in the morning. So far? Hmmm, yes - I've only been home for two hours. I may not risk going to meditation this evening, though, because I'll probably fall over...

I'll just get on with some work, then...

shall I?