We are most of the time in the state of California; part of the time in the state of New York. This means I live all of the time in the great State of Confusion.
As mentioned (read whined about) last week, I am not terribly nimble around time changes. So when that 757 departs 80-degree LAX in the early afternoon and deposits me at JFK in the depths of the night and 48-degree weather, the little eggbeater inside my head where most people have brains starts spinning like a gyroscope.
State of Confusion, indeed. And did I mention my dual citizenship in the State of Congestion? Start with a prerequisite minor cold, then get on an airplane for five or six hours and voila! You emerge, hacking, coughing and teeming with bacteria in every upper respiratory passage. I don’t think this is due to the re-circulated air or the pressurized cabin. I don’t even think it was due to the woman in the seat next to me spewing toxic little droplets my way every time she coughed (about once a minute throughout the flight; you do the math.) I truly believe – and this is my scientific opinion – that every time you fly, your soul gets sucked out through your sinuses and has to catch up with you in baggage claim. Let that be a lesson to those of you who refuse to check luggage and drag those 50-lb suitcases onto the plane and try to stuff them in an overhead bin, clogging the aisles and clocking fellow passengers upside the head. You know who you are, you soul-less creatures.
Anyway, here we are in NYC, which is magnificent despite the colds and the not sleeping. The trees in Central Park are dressed in their best autumn golds and reds and those doughty Manhattanites are still dining al fresco at the cafes despite the chilling temps and the sky being pitch black by 4:45 pm.
That’s my current state of mind. But what’s yours? I found this nifty little quiz that will let you discover where you really reside. It’s from Time Magazine so you know how real the science is behind it, but hey, it’s fun:
I’ll warn you that your State of Mind can change from day to day: I was in New Hampshire the first time I took the test and ended up in Louisiana a few days later. Makes sense to me because where I really live in my State of Confusion, I’m all over the map anyway.