I trust you have read my own personal version of Bill Bryson’s A Walk In The Woods. Because then you’ll remember how I wrote: “…a weird little rash beginning on my abdomen – presumably the bite of a forest dwelling transitory tick summoning me toward a career in Lyme disease.” Which was incorrect. I do …
If shuttling through high altitude at ridiculous speeds had been taken into account during evolution, jet lag would not be a thing. But it wasn’t; so it is. Wipe those first three days off my #longserviceleave Despite receiving instructions from the overly travelled brother, and temazepam from my doctor, there was no sleeping during my …