The conference is all over, including the shoutin’, and I am as flat as week-old cola. Time-zone changes have never bothered me before but this time around I simply couldn’t fall asleep on time.
The four-hour time difference meant that even a midnight bedtime felt like mid-evening to me.
Bonus: I developed a charming habit of waking up every hour or so to see if it was time to wake up yet.
To make a short story long – a talent that came in really handy when I went back to school – I’m too tired to promise that I’d get myself to the Panera tomorrow, as I’d tentatively planned. But that doesn’t mean I’m giving up on the idea.
