I got back from three weeks in New Zealand just a few days ago. That’s a twelve hour time difference, so adjusting is not entirely painless. But there’s an upside too: this morning I woke up at 6am and wanted to get out of bed.

Those who know me in person will know just how un-heard-of this is. But it gets better: I did yoga (for the third day running) and still got to work a whole hour earlier than usual.

I don’t expect this state of affairs to last. But I’m doing my best to encourage it, by going to bed early and not reading in bed. Who knows, this might be just the impetus I need to turn into a morning person!1

Notes:

  1. Yeah, don’t hold your breath. []