To sleep, perchance to dream ...

I do not know what it is .... I had so much difficulty adjusting to my jetlag.  Got home last Saturday and thought that I would be able to get back into my routine.  Wrong!  It was like clockwork ... I was sleepy at 4 pm, I'd go to bed at p pm and wake up at 2.30 am.  The more I fretted about it, the more frustrated I got.
I do not remember ever having such difficulty.  Could it be an age thing? 
Many a morning, when I was up so early, I came down to watch the Olympics.  Thank goodness for the Olympics.  However, I am happy to say that I am back to my routine and thank goodness.  I am not grouchy and tired but others might point out that I am no SO grouchy!
About my Family Reunion.   It was fantastic.  We had four generations together. My father's two younger sisters and their 2 first cousins. We also got to meet first, second, third and fourth cousins.  All in all, there were over 90 of us and with family friends, we were 120 strong.  It was a traditional Peranakan function.  I even had a whole outfit made up.  Cousins came from all over.  When we parted we promised to keep in touch.
I also visited my last maternal aunt in Singapore.  She still cooks and could run off recipes from memory.  How good is that?  Her only problem is a little arthritis.  We  an old family friend who used to babysit my sister.  She is 82 and still vibrant with her charity.  This lady goes to Cambodia , taking meds and helps to cook and deliver food to the villagers there, sometimes riding on the back of a scooter and driving through small rivers.  She really puts me to shame.  I discovered that this charity is founded by a cousin-in-law who visited Cambodia and saw the need to help.  Good on you.  Her charity is called "Touch a life".
The night before my departure, we met up with my maternal cousins in Kuala Lumpur/Klang.  Here again, there were first, second and third cousins.  Cousins I remembered as little girls now have children of their own.  That sure makes one feel old!
The next morning, my sister, brother and wife and nephew took me to the airport.  I had told them that they could just drop me off but their reply was "Got to make sure you get on the plane!"  Trying to get rid of me-eh?
My flight from Hongkong to Toronto was delayed and Cathay Pacific put me up at Sheraton and I got home on Saturday last.  It was good to be home, to see the little girls and my family again. 
All in all, I had a terrific time, renewed old friendships, bonded with family and walked down memory lane.  However, it is good to be home!  Home sweet home!