damn jet-lagged

it feels that i'm fucked up

but i'm not i mean i don't travel all that often abroad

the last time we went overseas was in '02

however friends who do travel rather frequently tell me that the jet-lag hits them hard upon return

for me historically it was the opposite

i felt like shit for a couple of day upon arrival but felt good or at least not too bad when i got home

but on this trip i felt great and was pretty stoked when we landed in arlanda and that feeling lasted for nearly the entirety of our 2 weeks i sverige

and now i'm like totally zonked and have been all day but can't sleep

it is now 1:30 a.m. and my body is running on a clock that is ticking the time for lunch

i think i might be doing some serious snoozing tomorrow

oh well it was a beautiful holiday

weather was perfect rainy some days but sunny for the most and the highs were in the low 80s f.

i packed a few sweaters, just in case of cold, and long pants that stayed in the suitcase

swam in the baltic and in a heated pool at a house we were staying in the small town of gnesta where some of the film version of stieg larsson's novel the girl with the dragon tattoo was shot

everyone it seemed is reading in english and swedish larsson's millennium trilogy

nicholas calls this vacation THE BEST VACATION EVER

and remember the boy's been to disneyland

anna is also awake and reminds me to upload the photos and videos we took

i've not forgotten but man my mind is swathed in a black flog like london in the 1880s

if one were to have a 2nd home country than sweden is for me

if it is possible to retire than i'd like to buy a summer flat in stockholm for my dotage

before i collapse tonight i give a big thanks to alex for sending me a ceramic chicken from his mother's collection and a dvd of a really bad movie, the velvet vampire, that were on top of the stack of mail we picked up at the post office this morning

the gift is huge and is exceptional, a big hug to you, alex

among the piles of bills and catalogs was an envelope from geof

in that envelope is a poem that rocked me to my core

totally unexpected and a beautiful gift from a friend and poet whose dedication to the craft of writing and the art of friendship is nothing short of miraculous

to both alex and geof: 9 bows

pics tomorrow i promise soon as i gain some sort of consciousness and perhaps even a video or two of driving an audi a6 thru the dangerous country roads of the swedish archipelago