Travel Fatigue

          Ugh. I feel truly stiff and tired this morning. The bus arrived here in New Jersey at about six thirty this morning and I’d barely slept all night. Sharona was trying to rest on me and I didn’t move for fear of disturbing her, so my back and shoulders slowly turned to stone.

            She’s gone now. Her flight was at nine thirty. She couldn’t book the same flight as us, only the same day. I think I might have been a bit detached with her as she left to board the plane. It can’t have been proper encouragement for a girl who’s in the process of giving up so much but I just couldn’t summon up the right mood after the horrible journey last night and Annabell’s email.

            Ed and I are boarding our own plane shortly, perhaps I’ll get some decent rest then.