It is four in the morning, and I should still be asleep, but how, when there is breakfast in Kyiv,
lunch in Melbourne, and dinner in Seattle? I had been tossing and turning in bed for an hour
now, thanks to my neighbour’s plod on the creaky stairs. And the weird thing is that I am not
a light sleeper. So, it turns out that when this actually happens, there is not a large enough
flock of sheep.
hidden pilcrow 