Reentry is an incredibly disorienting time for astronauts as the body is trying to adjust from the near weightlessness of orbit to the regular ol' forces exerted on us planet-side.I am suffering from reentry today. My sons and I reached home around midday, after nearly 24 hours of train travel. Our sleep had been interrupted by some late-night boarders, who encamped near us and left their door open, so that the dulcet sounds of the two urchins in their group cut through our clickety-clack dreams. We are also coming down from seven days of New Orleans style eating. But the biggest shock to my system is the resumption of the everyday stresses I still haven't learned to handle.
So I'm going to have to ease back in. I have unpacked, and begun some of the straightening up that I ran out of time for before leaving. The three of us have spread out since returning, having endured over a week of enforced, and mostly enjoyable closeness. But now we need our space. And our familiar things, and activities.
Tomorrow brings a forty-eight-hour date with my favorite three-year-old. Tonight, I am going to make like a returning astronaut and get some extra rest before planning my next mission.