So Beloved is in Amsterdam, and reports to me that he woke this morning rested and refreshed after sleeping through the night for the first time since his arrival. I, on the other hand, am having problems sleeping at all. So he's going to return from Amsterdam rested and jet-lagged (an interesting combo which amounts to having his schedule all screwed up for a while), and I'm going to be exhausted, and I will probably sleep solid through the night next Monday for the first time since he's been gone. There's a poem in there somewhere.
Oy.
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