Jetlagged?

I don't know whether I am jetlagged or just exhausted after not sleeping on the plane. After about 10 minutes of very bumpy flying, I pulled out my notebook and inscribed the immortal words "I HATE F***ING FLYING I HATE TURBULENCE". Poetic in its simplicity and unfortunately true. I really hate flying. I've had about four hours of sleep since; caught a few zzs in the taxi and crashed when I got home but am very conscious of the fact that I will need to get back to sleep tonight so am trying to keep it to a minimum. I do have work tomorrow (oh dear lord, what was I thinking?) so must try and get back to normal rhythms.

I will write a catch-up thing about Boston at some point - the hotel despite being very, very lovely charged extortionate rates for use of the computers and I objected to having to pay seeing as the previous, less good hotels had given me access for free. To while away the time between check out and flight back, I sat in a restaurant with my notebook yesterday and tried to catch up on all the things I hadn't managed to update while I'd been there, a large portion of the notes were given to a review of Man of La Mancha that I'd seen a local professional company do on Thursday. Anyway, that's for another day, I have to have some lunch that my wonderful Big Sis bought in for me and see my Granny who's in a home (!) Both of us will be deaf today as my ears still aren't clear from the flight. Did I mention I really don't like flying?