I'll Be Conscious Tomorrow.....

*blink* *blink* Is it morning already?

I seriously enjoy traveling. But.

Without fail, I need to plan to spend at least two days recuperating after a junket. It always goes something like this:

I get off the plane, having had a fun adventure but looking forward to my own bed and my own place. I think to myself, "Self - you're doing pretty well. A bit tired, yes. Ate a bit too much, yes. But really, self - I think we're going to avoid the post-travel crash this time."

And then I get home, plop into bed and am unconscious for two full days.

*Yawn*  I've been up for a whole hour. Time to go take a nap.

Sleeping beauty image found here.