Dyschronicity

The past 48 hours belong to their own chronology.  Leaving Whidbey on the 8am ferry on Monday, I arrived in San Francisco at 2pm on the same day.  I had little sleep the night before as I had been cleaning the house, packing and did one last trip to storage Monday morning.  Goodbyes are hard and odd.  What will the future bring and how will I  be changed by my year in NZ?  All of these thoughts and emotions running through my brain contributed to the fatigue and dysequilibrium of the day.
San Francisco was hot, sunny and dry.  After arriving at Margaret's house around 3pm, I walked to Dolores Park, treated myself to an ice cream cone at Buy Rite.  Dolores Park was full of 20 something year olds, sunning, playing frisbee, drinking and enjoying the summer heat.  I found myself over heated and a little vertiginous from my lack of sleep and food.  Meeting Margaret for dinner at Lolo's was a perfect veggie feast before my longer flight to Auckland.  To my disorderd internal chronology, it should have been Tuesday.
The flight to Auckland was uneventful. I slept fitfully and only for a few hours.   My seatmate, Jordan, manages a vineyard an hour north of Auckland.  He was just returning from Sonoma where he and his wife were visiting her family.  With long dreadlocks and a casual jacket, he looked like what I imagine Morgan and his contemporaries will in another decade or so.  He invited me to visit the vineyard, which I am sure I will, perhaps with my bike. 
I arrived at 4:40 am Weds. morning in Auckland, which seemed like the right day of the week to me.  However between settling into my apartment, meeting Jacky for coffee, familiarizing myself with Auckland CBD (Central Business District), grocery shopping, going for a run, and starting to unpack, the day seemed to have stretched into Thursday.  I tried to keep active so I would not sleep and would adjust to the time zone readily. 
By all rights, today should be Friday.  It is Thursday.  I am riding the train from the Britomart station to Middlemore Hospital  for my appointment for paperwork and uniform fitting.  The train is quite noisy, rather slow, but a lovely way to avoid traffic and sightsee along the way.  Cheers to all.