Five days into my stay in New York, the jet lag still lingers.
Before my body can adjust, fatigue quietly settles in.
It was my fifth day in New York.
It rained from the morning, but the temperature was around 7°C—hard to believe after the recent heavy snow.
The weather was actually ideal for sightseeing, yet a sudden wave of drowsiness hit me.
I woke up around 3 a.m. and drifted in and out of sleep after that.
Perhaps that was part of the problem, but I accepted it as jet lag.
After seeing my daughter off to work, I spent the rest of the morning completely drained.
Before the jet lag fades, I am already tired.
Work emails arrive relentlessly, but my mind refuses to function properly.
I feel as though I could manage proofreading a pathology book, yet even the motivation for that does not come.
And before I know it, it is already the 29th.
After Christmas, the city is now preparing for the New Year.
Unlike Japan, where Christmas disappears overnight, the Christmas mood still lingers here.
Sometimes I wish Japan would celebrate Christmas and New Year together, but perhaps it is not so simple, given the different commercial rhythms behind them.
When the rain stopped, my wife and I went to Central Park.
I am slowly getting used to the subway, though the driving remains rough—without holding onto the handrails, you might be thrown off balance.
As evening came, the wind grew stronger.
After dinner with our daughter on her way home from work, we returned.
Time passes quickly.
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