I landed at midnight last night and arrived home just before 1am MT. Having just crossed 3 timezones my body was suffering under the delusion that it was past 4am AT when I finally crawled into bed. I started my day at 7am AT. Have I mentioned I don’t have any luck trying to sleep on planes?

Late night and early morning flights always remind me just how far outside of Edmonton the Edmonton International Airport is located. There’s nothing quite like driving a half an hour to get to the city limits (30 mins if there’s no traffic, over an hour during daylight) and another 20-30 minutes to reach the airport when you have a 6am flight and need to be at the airport 2 hours before departure.

Poor Drew had to be at work at 0 dark 30 for mandatory time on the rifle range and was not amused. He was less amused when he discovered – upon arriving to an empty parking lot at work – that he’d set the alarm clock an hour early and landed at the office 45 minutes before he was supposed to be there.

I was going to drop into work for an afternoon seminar on copyright law but didn’t even hear the alarm go off. I slept for approximately 12 hours and missed the session.

And now I can’t sleep. Crossing time zones is always evil. Of course traveling from the east coast to the west coast is not nearly as disruptive to the internal clock as traveling to India or the Philippines was. I do have a few days off before I head back to work on Monday, so it’s not all bad.

What’s bad is my 10am appointment with the dentist. Yep, it’s that time of year again…

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