It’s 7:05 a.m. here, and the sky is showing just the faintest traces of blue. For the last 45 minutes I’ve been impressed at how black it still was. I never seem to remember how much a higher a latitude most of Europe is at than California, and what that means for the length of days.
I got to sleep relatively early last night, and was wide awake at 3. I lay in bed a few minutes, and managed to fall back asleep for a couple more hours. I often have this sleep pattern when I travel.
Off to breakfast shortly, then the start of four very long, and I hope interesting and productive, days.
[To the tune of Billy Joel, “Scenes from an Italian Restaurant,” from the album “Greatest Hits Vol. 1 (Disc 1)”.]