There’s jetlag. And there’s Shanghai jetlag.
I just spent 5 days in this city I love.
A 12-hour-flip from the Miami time of my home.
5 days of dislocation.
Getting sleepy at inopportune times. In bed and tired as hell and wide awake. Riding taxis through miles of high-rise canyons blurred by rain. The gasped horror of the swimming-pool attendant as I slide into the water without a bathing cap.