I still enjoy traveling, and I can handle what comes up routinely and exceptionally, from lifting my bag up and down from the overhead compartment to withstanding an almost 24 hour trip home. I do notice one thing, though: my body takes much longer to adapt to changes in time zones. Panama is on EST, and Seattle is PST. Three hour difference. I’m still, days after returning from the trip, waking up at 4:30 am, which was my 7:30am getting up time in Panama. And by 9pm, I can hardly keep my eyes open.
On Friday evening I’m going to the symphony, which won’t be over until 10pm. I’m going to be mortified if I fall into one of those head-nodding snoozes as so many gray-haired concert-goers seem to do.