Jetlag is so overrated

Here I am, trying to convince myself that going to work after two hours' sleep might be fun.
I've run out of tricks to fall asleep. I've tossed and turned enough, I give up, time for a full breakfast,complete with coffee strong enough to raise the dead.
If I hadn't sat on my sunglasses and broken them, I would have worn them throughout today's meetings.

I'm off to sit in the garden and watch the sun rise, and ponder over where I'm going from here.