For the last two mornings I’ve made breakfast. Eggs yesterday and pancakes today. When I make food, it usually takes a long time. I’m just not as familiar with cooking as my wife is. But the last two mornings took about twice as long as usual. All our stuff is in disarray. I’m not good at finding stuff in the first place, let alone when I literally have no idea where stuff is. And then, when I think I do know where something is, it turns out JK has already moved it to a new location. 

And if one thing is true about jet lag, it’s that when it’s time to eat you’re starving. But in the end, breakfast worked out pretty good once we were eating it!