View from a Hotel Room

The first step of the journey ends for us in Singapore, peering from our hotel window into the night, pondering why we feel so absolutely exhausted after simply sitting still in front of a screen for an eight hour shift.

Feeling absolutely grateful for our lot as well I should say, and pinching ourselves to make sure that the people here in our clothes are actually us, a quarter of the world's circumference from where we were when the sun rose this morning.

Surely it can't be jetlag, this overwhelming desire to sleep at seven in the evening?

I suspect it's the feeling one gets when one's world starts to grind to a slower pace.  It's time to shift to another gear.

It will be different tomorrow though, waking up with nothing to shovel.......