my mother in law recently sent me some nice words upon my flight back home to Europe, wishing me not have too much trouble with the jetluck. 

Jetluck  is a sweet little syndrome of your long-distance relationship lover having driven hours to your local airport to expect you arriving at 5:30 a.m. from a longhaul flight, proposing to wash your deeply bird-shit car after having been parked for three weeks underneath trees while you are getting a daytime sleep to prevent too hard jetlag  symptoms.

My real jetlag symptoms started the third night and day after arrival, as my lover had returned back home…