Sitting in O’Hare – waiting to catch the ANA flight back to Tokyo.
There’s a personal++ toll from being two weeks on the road and in the skies – not least of which is adjusting rolling times zones – the ability to function, communicate clearly is that much harder when you’re body clock is somewhere over Siberia or the Atlantic – that moment when a question comes from the audience and the mind urges sleep.
A week ago today I was rushing to catch a connection in what I thought was Stockholm airport, by chance bumping into Mr. NFC Janne Jalkanen trying to make the same flight. After a fair bit of huffing and puffing we reach the gate.
“Getting stuck in Copenhagen would be a bitch on a Friday night”
“We’re in Stockholm”
There’s a message there somewhere.
Today’s solution for re-syncing with Japan’s GMT+9? – stay up all night and crash on the plane. Cheers to the DC crew for taking it to the early hours. Mucho appreciated.