Damn you, jet lag. Your mysterious hold over me made me miss out on lots of market goodies this morning. Ill forgive you, but only if you promise to let me get to sleep at a reasonable hour tonight.
Ever since Andrew and I returned from New York on Wednesday morning, our cycles have been way out of whack. While I suspect that this cannot be blamed entirely on our jet lag (we didnt really need to stay up until 1:30 the past two nights, sipping Southern Comfort and coke and doing not much of anything, after all), I was in no mood to shoulder the blame when I awoke this morning at 11 am. Id already missed an entire hour of the farmers market!