Sleep deprivation

(Written earlier at a painfully early hour...)

It's 7:33am in Guadalajara, which is 5:33am in Portland. The familiar red-eye was exhausting this time. Maybe turning 40 pushed me past a milestone that should've signaled that I'm too damn old to be taking red-eyes now. Or maybe it was taking the red-eye with a ten year old who wanted to sleep but never could get comfortable that, in retrospect, was ill-advised.

No matter, I guess - Mexicana is pulling out of the Portland market in September. An employee in Portland told me last night that there's a campaign to save the two daily flights, but I'm not holding out much hope for success there.

Anyway - coffee in hand, writing in TextEdit because the wifi in the Guadalajara airport is down. Child's tired, but entertained with a Pokemon somethingorother on his gameboy. Disinclined to argue since, hey, neither of us have slept in about 23 hours, and a content kid is a happy mom.

American Mommy in Mexico wrote this week about her kids' discovery of the joys of playing with clothespins. I can dream that over the course of these next few weeks, Nintendo will be replaced by a curiosity about this culture into which we've landed. I can hope that he'll see Mexico, but maybe it's more realistic to hope that this little trip will pique his interest and help with the discussions to come about spending a year down here in the not too distant future.

Those discussions can wait, though. Too sleepy now to think about much beyond getting back into el DF, getting to the hotel, and face-planting on the bed.