So, after extending my London stay for an extra week due to some volcanic action in Iceland, I am presently (as of this writing) on my way back to the states. We just finished lunch and while my body says it’s 1:23 PM the actual time (based on the position of the plane) is about 11:23 but only 5:23 AM in California where I’m headed back to.

This was my first international flight and the first time I’ve had to contend with jet lag. My trip over went that big a deal and I adapted rather quickly. Coming 8 hours back may be interesting. I’ll likely try to take a nap and see if I can reset my body clock to west-coast time but I imagine I’ll crash rather quickly this evening.

The whole experience has been interesting. The last time I was away from my home for more than a week was when I was 13. This time ’round, i have a wife and family. They’ve been understanding but it’s been tough for all of us for me to be gone as long as I’ve been.

On the plus side, with two weeks of experience in London, I’m all set to come back with the family. It’ll be like coming back home. ;-)