JUST BEFORE HE LOST HOME AND PLANET, Arthur Dent threw back six quick pints at the neighborhood bar on order from his (alien) friend, Ford.  Why? To prep for the effects of on instantaneous travel. Dent learned that traveling far quickly is no easy thing, that materializing from one place to another taxes both spirit and flesh.

After a week in Denver with dear friends, I found myself materializing in a hot and humid early evening in Honolulu.  I’ve spent the last four days feeling like Arthur Dent after that first jaunt, disoriented and trying to achieve normal.   I’m not convinced that my spirit has caught up with my body.  Or perhaps somehow over the trip, the shape of one had changed slightly, had shifted, the two no longer fitting. I haven’t felt steady yet, still not fully formed.

So I’m going to church today a little tentative, and I’m unsure of how ready I’ll be for the ring of Monday’s 7:45 school bell.  I think I’ll catch up to myself some time soon.  Until then, here are a couple of other Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy movie clips to serve as a reminder that traveling long distances in a short amount of time always takes a little time to get over.