but don't just sit with folded hands and become blind

Jet lag struck again last night - I fell asleep quickly, but then was awake from one to four. I probably should have gotten out of bed and done something productive, but instead I stayed in denial. That meant I scratched my plans to write this morning - instead I pushed back my alarm and rolled into the office a little before ten.

Of course, I had an endless string of meetings, left around six, came home, took a brief and v ill-advised (but v necessary) nap, ate a tuna sandwich for supper, and did a couple more hours of work. And now, after attempting to drug myself with melatonin, I'm going to hope that this sleep adventure is better than the last one. Goodnight!