Jetlagged blogging is the new drunk dialing

So...I shouldn't be allowed internet access when I'm wide awake at an ungodly hour and jetlagged to the point of being just plain crazy.

I'm OK. Really, I swear. I'm fine. Like the title of this post says...blogging while jetlagged is like calling someone while drunk and saying stupid things you don't mean. (I haven't done the second. As far as I know.)

I woke up at 4 a.m. because my cat was sitting next to my head, meowing very quietly so I'd wake up and pet him. He has a weird way of showing us he missed us. Before waking me up he'd been sleeping next to my feet, biting me every time I accidentally bumped him.

Anyway, I was wide awake and my mind was racing. Imagine that, I was overanalyzing and freaking out about things. Hmm, that's completely out of character for me...I'm such a spaz. Maybe my brain was trying to make up for the 36-plus hours I kept it tripped out on Xanax so I could survive the trip home. (Xanax+14 hour plane ride=almost eight hours of sleep. Beautiful.)

To make a long story short, today was fine. Well, actually, today was kind of lame because we had this staff spiritual retreat and there was a lot of clapping of hands and singing of cheesy songs along with a good hour of altar calls and laying of hands and that sort of, um, crap. Stuff like this makes me realize what a stuffy old Lutheran I am.

Give me liturgy or give me death, I guess.

Anyhow, the day was made tolerable because I got to reunite with my coworkers and friends here-who, while some of them can occasionally exhibit the clique-like behavior I mentioned in my previous post, are really fantastic people. We thoroughly enjoyed sitting in the back and being sarcastic smartasses during the tent revival that was our day.

Being at school also made me realize how excited I am to see my kids. I can't wait until next week when they come back. I'm really looking forward to starting classes now. This should be a good year.

I'm also feeling even more at peace about our decision to move home next year. I think I was afraid that I'd change my mind or something once we got back. After today I realize that this isn't the case. We have a solid plan set in place and while I am now genuinely happy to be back and starting a third year with my beloved students, I still know in my heart that we are meant to be moving home at the end of this year. So there's that.

My day continued to improve when I was informed that my lost bag was found and was arriving on today's Cathay Pacific flight 777, the very flight we came in on the day before. It should be delivered here sometime tonight, and I'm really keeping my fingers crossed that my jewelry's still in it since it's unlocked.

The airline will still be getting a scathing letter from me for the way we were treated, though. Aside from this one incident, Cathay Pacific has always been exceptional. I've always been incredibly impressed by the airline, so I guess that's why this stands out so much. I think they should know about what happened, and I would like an apology. If they throw in some extra frequent flier miles, a free upgrade on my next trip or my own Boeing 747 I suppose I wouldn't complain either...

So there you have it. Ignore my last post or, if you must, read it and laugh at what a neurotic spaz I am. We're back in Indonesia safe and sound for one more year, and we're going to be just fine.