Above-It-All-Ness

Jet lag has finally had its way with me, waking me at 4:30 and sending me spinning out into the day. Luckily, it's Friday and the office is still empty, the only sounds are of blowing air and my fingers tapping the keys.

This weekend I'm hoping to let all of this sink in: the green hills and friendly people, the toe-tapping music (which I'm reliving in my car thanks to a CD by the sons of a man who ran the B&B on Inishmore). All of that mixed with what awaited me on return: lots of work and crazy national news to catch up on.

I'm trying to keep the "above-it-all-ness" of travel, the feeling of joyful skimming it can give you. The cessation of normal routine; the quick, bright glimpse of a world you thought you knew but can still surprise you — your own.