Last week at this time I was eating my last pain au chocolat and checking out of the hotel in Paris.

Somehow, I still feel a bit jet-lagged: low energy and needing lots of sleep. I had a headache on arrival, gastrointestinal symptoms for the first few days I was back, and fatigue. In Paris, I had trouble sleeping, but didn’t feel particularly tired — possibly because I got to sleep all I wanted when my nights were uninterrupted. Here I’ve been having to wake at 5:00 a.m. with my husband.

Medical News Today says that the older you are, the worse jet lag will be.

No matter. Yesterday was my first day off from work since I returned, and I fully took the day off. I cleaned the kitchen first, thoroughly scrubbing out the refrigerator and changing out the old microwave for a new one Vine sent me. I baked a cake in order to test a Vine cake pan. I took the dogs for a walk. I tried to get my husband to go to the farmers market, but he responded with a rant about bringing too much food into the house, so I didn’t go.

This was petulance on my part. I had wanted to get out and get some sun and fresh air, and instead I felt rejected and stayed home. No point to that. In fact, my husband came up to me about half an hour before the market closed and asked if I wanted to go. I was busy scrubbing the kitchen and said no.

But I sewed a top, the HotPatterns Shirt-tail T in the blurry photo above, from a single yard of Spoonflower jersey. I plan to finish it this morning and wear it to church. While sewing, I caught up on Drop Dead Diva, and my husband went out on his own after a bit, so I got some solitary time.

In other words, I got back to the Sit and Sew pattern of weekends. And of course I worked indoors all week. I may just need more sunshine.

In any case, I’m going to church today and then #1 daughter and the Good Ol’ Boy are coming to lunch. I don’t know what I’ll feed them, but I can send them home with cake.