Stevens in the States

Every time I fly back to the USA, I think that I've sussed the jetlag. Whether it's my cunning combination of staying up the night before combined with wine on the plane, or whatever this month's grand idea might be, I think I've got it under control.

However, having just got up after being in bed for 26 hours, I think it's beaten me again. Here's a quick timeline...

Sun 2am... fall asleep on sofa.

Sun 8am... wake up, realise I'm on sofa, relocate to bed, fall asleep

Sun 1pm... wake up, get up, make a bagel, eat it, fall asleep on sofa

Sun 6pm... Wonder if a shower will sort me out. Have shower, then fall asleep on bed while wrapped in towels.

Mon 1am... Realise there's no point lying *on* the bed in towels so get into bed

Mon 4:30am... well, that's now. And all I want to do is go back to bed.

Effectively, I've lost an entire day. And, annoyingly, a non-work day where I could have got lots done, and enjoyed the rather glorious weather - 24c, dontcha know. But instead, I slept. Lots. And lots of sleep means no exercise, or food intake, or socialising. Not a good use for a day. But I guess it was necessary, else it wouldn't have happened.

Well, it's now almost 5am. Surely one more hour in bed won't hurt...