Jetlag

This morning I got up early to take a walking tour of Victorian Bangalore at 7. I went out to the meeting place at Holy Trinity Church but there was no one there. Finally about 7:20 I came back to the hotel and went to have breakfast (idlis, uttapam, curd, and 3 cups of coffee) then headed back to my room when it hit me that I was still a bit tired, so maybe I would just have a wee little lie down. About 3 hours later, the floor butler came to check the mini bar and I stumbled to the door to let him in. Then I flopped back into bed and slept until there was another ring at my doorbell. At this point, I decided if I didn't force myself out of bed, I could potentially sleep the rest of the day. Now I'm sitting on the balcony listening to the rain and trying to wake up, or at least resist the urge to go back to bed again!