Jet lag cramps the
style whether you loose an hour or a day.
I’m reasonably acclimated to the thirteen-hour pivot from one side of
the world to the other. But those three
little hours from the US east coast, to the west can be brutal. The second morning in a row since being here
I popped up after a late night to the dark, groggy compromise of four in the
morning. Returning from the bathroom,
you already know: you won’t be going
back to sleep. Your body thinks its
seven fifteen in the morning.
The house is quiet, your mind is fragile and you notice that
people have written, wanting to chat.
Not yet. When you wake up on the
east, everyone back home is sitting down to dinner. You have a few hours to play with. But by that time on the west coast,
everyone’s in bed. You ought to take
advantage of this open slot. Not
yet.
Trump. I’ll read
about Trump. He continues to win. This can only mean a tremendous defeat for
the Republicans this fall. They won’t
unite around him, they will appear more divisive than ever and may even loose
the House and the Senate. Whether it’s
Obama’s appointment or Hillary’s the Supreme Court will now swing left. Another article informs me that people who
are critical of Trump are now regularly set upon by a cloud of Trump Twitter
locust to belittle people who question Don's abilities. Imagine such a person as President.
There is no interesting China news to note in the New York
Times. No news is just fine for
China. I’ve opened all the emails from
both accounts. Lots of little
to-do’s. Nothing gripping. My eyes are trained on the New York Times tab
up top. I should go back and read an
editorial or two. Reaching for my phone
I begin to reply to all the wechat messages:
“Sorry I missed you last night.
You free now?”
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