I woke up about 5:45 a.m. so I could catch the 6:30 a.m. shuttle to the Dublin Airport. I flew for 7 hours and slept at least two of those hours.
I was all excited about getting five hours back.
But I've just, addled as I am, worked it out.
I've been awake since 45 minutes past midnight here and it's now 9:45 p.m. so I've been awake, except for a two hour nap on the airplane, for about 21 hours.
So, as soon as I walk my dog, a couple of hours earlier than he would like since he didn't go and come back from Ireland, I'm going to bed, having, I now realize, been awake for almost a day.
Good night. Sleep Tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.....
Friday, April 17, 2015
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