The jet lag has been bad on this return trip – no problem going, just coming home. Both Friday and Saturday nights (or rather, Saturday and Sunday mornings) I didn’t get to sleep until after 2 AM. On Sunday I woke up at 7, forced myself to get out of bed, had a predictably non-energetic and slightly queasy day, did a short erg piece and showered before bedtime, and managed to more or less fall asleep on time, yay. Until Ted flopped over onto my pillow, waking me out of my initial doze. Unfortunately, not thinking too well because of having been sort of sleeping, I woke him up to push him back, and when he’s woken up soon after falling asleep he has trouble getting back to sleep. So he was tossing and turning most of the night – he woke me again a cople of times, and after the 2AM time I couldn’t get back to sleep because of his moving. At 3 or so I finally grabbed my pillow and headed out to the spare room. There was an online interlude somewhere in there – sometimes it helps me to just get out of bed and do something different, instead of futilely trying to sleep. Somewhere after 4 I finally fell beack asleep, though I roused briefly a few more times before the alarm went off at 7.
I am enjoying being back in the office today about as much as you’d expect.
Also, I wrote a bad poem about jet lag while trying to sleep last night, but can only remember the middle of three stanzas.