Casa Dolce Casa

The up side of traveling??  Duh...Everything!

The down side??  Unpacking.  Why does it take just a few hours to pack a bag to go on a trip but it consumes days unpacking the same bag when you come home?  It has taken a week since my return from bella Italia to downgrade the state of my bedroom from nuclear strike to minor skirmish.

Another upside?  Sleep.  Blissful, full out, like the dead, sleep.  I'm not talking "just crossed multiple time zones" jet lagged sleep.  I popped my No Jet Lag pills all the way across the Atlantic and hit the ground running.  Not one single day of feeling tired, drugged, zoned out.  And I was dealing with a nine hour time difference.  I fell asleep each night (or early morning -- let's be honest....I was in Italy after all) the second my head hit the pillow and stayed that way until the cooing of the pigeons or the chiming of the bells gently roused me.

Back home?  Another week of head on pillow = sleep.  But that all came crashing to a halt last night. I tossed, I turned, I flipped the pillow.  I clock watched -- 2:30...4:00...6:15.  Seems the spell has been broken.  Reality has become real again.  Short of hopping on a plane for a return trip, how can I recapture the magic, bottle this mysterious elixir called a good night's sleep?

Can you say....Sambuca??