I woke up today to welcome my third morning in Shanghai. I miss my internal clock. I have faith it will return when it's good and ready, but it is my internal clock after all, so it's bound to be stubborn. Crossing the dateline always messes with me; arriving some place to find that today is actually tomorrow and yesterday never really happened is a little uncomfortable, but par for the course I suppose.So far this is a different sort of travel than I'm used to. ...