I'm Not Even Sure What Day It Is

The start of hunting season almost caught me by surprise this year.

Almost.

After selling our house in Malta and all the moving that entailed, followed by a trip to Australia, I’d been occupied with other thoughts. Lately, they’ve been centered around jet lag recovery — like why am I wide awake in the middle of the night?

I suspect it’s related to the Saturday we lost at the start of the trip. Flying out of Bozeman on a Friday morning we spent 18 hours in the air, somehow arriving in Sydney on Sunday.

Returning home last week I saw the sun rise and set twice in one day.

I’m easily confused and...