Bouncing Across Time Zones

I don’t know whether or not I’m supposed to be asleep or awake these days. Since late April, we’ve been bouncing through time zones, skipping like a stone across the Atlantic and back again, then ricocheting between the East and West Coasts. I read somewhere that when you travel vast distances quickly, it takes your soul extra time to catch up with your body. I don’t know whether that’s true or not, but I can say that my thoughts and emotions feel scattered all over the map right now, like debris blowing out the back of a pick-up truck speeding down a desert highway.