jet lag

Text messaged received at 3:20pm on Tuesday:

I need a rum SWIZZLE

When we were at the airport, waiting for our flight home from Bermuda, P. said that the trouble with the four hour time difference wasn’t going to be that he’d have trouble with his sleep. He’d just be ready for a rum swizzle by about 10am once we were back in Seattle.

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