Longsuffering sigh. . .

My circadian rhythms have flipped again, despite valiant efforts on my part. This always happens during New England winters, when it gets dark at 3 o'clock and 7 pm feels like midnight. My eyes are bloodshot, but I'm wide awake. Now that the sun is rising, perhaps I'll get some sleep. I usually crash around 9 in the morning. This is the biggest downside to visiting my parents, since I don't get much accomplished.

Bleh.