Sleep has not been kind, insomnia wants to spoon whenever I lie down.
I'm still, you see, on British time; I awake at 2.00am, bright and bushy-tailed, ready to leap out of bed and get on with the day.
Thank goodness for Melatonin, which I stockpile on every visit to the US. It helps a little.
Apparently there is no statue of limitations on jet-lag. I just have to let it work its course and hope that I can pull it together enough to show up to work on Monday.
(Pic: Faith Anatomy)