4/17 Jetlag without a jetlag. I have already gotten up at four, after having slept only till two, I have already taken the shuttle bus in the dark from the airport hotel to the airport, I have already stood in the security line and then in the global entry line, I have already waited half an hour at the gate and then boarded the plane in the dark, taking seat 2A in first because of my upgrade. I have already opened the blinds of the two windows right in the middle of which my seat was situated, I have taken off and climbed above the clouds and seen the morning sun illuminate fine vertical scratches in the window, about which I wonder whether anyone has anticipated or thought about them. I have already wondered about the many lakes of Connecticut, and I have already come in over Manhattan on a bright clear morning at seven, as the plane quite literally used the entire length of Manhattan Island to descend, then make a left turn over Governor’s Island and go all the way back up again before making another left turn to land at LGA. I have already wondered how the people in the vast white corridors of the new LGA look just like the computer simulations that were posted for years to show what the new LGA, which never seemed to materialize, would look like. I have already taken a ridiculously sized black Infinity into Manhattan, already got stuck several minutes on West 91st behind a long line of other SUVs chauffeuring kids to school at precisely 8.10, before we pulled up in front of my building and I walked into my apartment, then the bedroom, wanting nothing but sleep a little longer this morning.