Jet lagged (K)

I have to laugh silently to myself as I begin to type this first blog post, something Nick has been encouraging me to do for quite some time.
I am jet lagged.
The kind of jet lag where your mind knows its 12 o clock somewhere (back in Rome) and your body is desperate for rest. The kind of jet lag that moves you from bed at 4:30 in the morning, straight to your journal and pen, and then to your computer and blog site. Stopping for several cups of tea before hand. And oatmeal.

We are back from our two weeks in Italy and while this post is not about that, it is my introduction to our blog world.

This post is my why.
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