WHAT JET LAG?

Found the perfect cure for jet lag: an imprecise number of cold Corona-with-limes on a west-facing deck as the sun sets behind the San Bernardino Mountains. Then, next hot morning, an American breakfast in a great Palm Springs restaurant with all the "misters" going. Today we drive down to the Salton Sea, whose banks are a living repository of 1950's architecture. Longer and more detailed posts will follow - with links even - when I have the time and mind to figure out how to use this notebook...