Flashbacks

One morning, I was sitting at my desk, looking at the clock, and wondering, "Gee, I should head out to the airport if I want to make my flight home." Then I stopped: what flight? Even though it was the middle of the afternoon in Brussels, and I would have missed that flight, my body (or something) was telling me I had to be at the airport.

Tonight, I was thinking,"Gee, I should really get moving if I want to get to the jazz club downtown." Here we go again--Even though it's the middle of the night in my old home, I still thought it was mid-evening (about the time I'd normally head out if I was there.) I'm losing my mind.

Or I really, really miss the place.