So this is how jet lag feels. We got back yesterday around 1 p.m. I napped on the couch for a couple hours, but David didn't. We watched some stuff on the DVR and finally went to bed around 1 a.m. He went to work this morning. I wonder how he's holding up. I go back tomorrow. And thank god I'm not going today because I can't seem to get it together yet. I slept until 11 (a.m.) when Chrissy called and I told her to stop by to collect her island booty... a pineapple. Since then, I've just been laying around. We have no food in the house, so I need to go to the grocery store, but I just can't. When I close my eyes (or even sometimes when they're open... like right now), I still feel like I'm on the airplane. We have some great photos to post. I'll do it soon, I promise. But I think I need a nap first. (If Jasper will let me. He was all over me last night. He does that every time we come back from vacation.) Mahalo. (That means thank you.)