I had a few electronic disastors just before and also on my trip, which require a small exercise in reconfiguration. It will take a bit of plugging in and typing and clicking, but also changing a few habits, which is much harder.
1. The DVD player gave up the ghost just before I left, so I bought a replacement at the duty-free. Fine, except the replacement includes a DVD recorder, with cables for connecting my VCR player/recorder, so I can now copy selected videotapes onto DVD, thereby preserving "Grease" and family movies for the next generation. More things to do in addition to albumising.
2. En route from LAX to JFK my PalmPilot gave up the ghost. I had synchronized it with my PC before I left, so the data wasn't lost, but it wasn't with me either. I managed to contact my NYC friends by email and even though they don't all know one another, I could patch together enough contact info to see all of my old friends at least once. Not to mention the museums, the concert at Carnegie Hall, the shopping, and best of all, the walking. New York was blooming and glistening just for me, and the PalmPilot's demise receded into the background.
3. Somewhere between LA and Tel Aviv my Israeli cellphone disappeared. It didn't affect communications while I was away, but kept me in phone limbo as soon as I returned. I don't have voicemail on my home phone's land line, so I could only receive or make calls when I was at home. How quaint!
So, yesterday I got a replacement cellphone, one in keeping with my fierce brand loyalty to Nokia. And a matching USB cable. Now I'm in the middle of exploring the Nokia PC Suite, which is rumored to enable me to download (upload?) the information from my PC into the phone, thereby obviating the need for a replacement PalmPilot. I'm saying a cautious "yea!", with fingers crossed that it will work.
These are ordinarily rather simple albeit tedious projects, but more dangerous to undertake while in the throes of jet lag. After a trip, I find that I become a kind of dolt for about two weeks, forgetting my train of thought in mid-conversation, and spacing out unpredictably whether alone or in company, regardless of how well I've slept. I visualize my brain wending its way across the miles at ocean liner speed, even as my body arrived at jet speed. The word "lag" fits perfectly, but it's not the jet that lags, it's my mind. At present, my body is about four hours ahead of the rest of me.