jetlag, it appears, makes me utterly delirious and emotionally raw.
yesterday, while driving to target, anthony kept up his usual steady stream of singing made up songs. often, it drives me batty. after asking him to stop, and as he kept it up, i ended up laughing. hysterical laughing. high pitched mad woman laughing with uncontrollable tears.
even while walking through target, it was as though i didn't know how to respond to anything with a typical response.
my dreams have been wackier and easily spill into strange lucid moments where i realize i've been making weird face and mouth movements (which anthony got to witness in all its glory) in response to a dream. even anthony kept waking himself multiple times by yelling things out loud while about to fall asleep.
totally worth it.