And it’s getting old. Last night, I slept for almost 13 hours, and woke up feeling like I could have slept for another 13. (I’d had only three hours’ sleep the night before, but still. Surely I should have been well rested after only 8 hours.)

We fly to the US on Saturday, for Christmas with my family, and I’m a bit concerned about how I’m going to deal with another case of jet lag. I’m not a fun person to be around when I’m sleep-deprived.