Time Traveling

I do not know how Dr. Who, the ultimate Time Lord, does it. I only had a flight across the country and cannot remember who I am, where my socks are, what skis I own, or where my lunch is.

Chris and I were FINALLY able to make it home for Christmas, the first time in four years. It was amazing! Unfortunately, I spent the two weeks in Michigan not knowing what day it was. I felt very much like Ebenezer Scrooge on Christmas Day after the three spirits visited him.

"What day is it?!" I found myself yelling in my Scrooge impression for two long weeks. I'm sure everyone thought I was mental.

Now, a day after arriving back in Seattle I'm feeling like Rip Van Winkle. I woke up at six a.m. (nine a.m. EST) and could not force myself back to sleep. Not that I ever can, but the effort was there.

I'm not sure if it's lunch time, breakfast time, or where I left my lunch. I did find my socks in the fridge, so that is one mystery solved.

Before I left I dropped my skis off at the shop to get them tuned (sharpened and waxed) and when I went to pick them up I could not remember what skis I owned. This is very bad because I treat my skis better than most people treat their children. We figured it out. Only now, I'm fairly sure the lovely people in the shop are reporting me to the police for stealing skis.

It helps when you remember your last name. And the brand of skis.

One day I'll remember my last name is Diehl. It's only been two years.

Found my lunch, it was by my shoes.

I feel like I should put a sign on that reads: "I'm not crazy, I'm just struggling with time change."

Congratulations Dr. Who, you are the best time traveler in the galaxy. Props to you. I might have to train a bit harder to become your next assistant.