Crossing Time Zones and Losing My Mind

After a dream Mediterranean cruise filled with sunshine, gelato, and denial that calories count overseas, I came home with an unexpected souvenir β€” jet lag. Imagine your body staging a protest because you dared to mess with time itself. From 3 a.m. wake-ups to midafternoon comas, I’m learning that crossing time zones isn’t for the faint of heart (or the well-rested).

2025-10-25T16:39:08-05:00October 26th, 2025|Uncategorized|1 Comment
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