My goal last night was to go to bed at 9. That’s 3 a.m., Central Europe Time, which seemed reasonable. But I forgot that with an 8-hour flight and the whole up ridiculously late trying to protect the glass bottles in the luggage thing that I might be done before that. Rudi lasted until he sat down in his chair at 7:30 and two cats piled on him. Then I watched as his head literally dropped right over to his shoulder in the course of a minute. We talked to his mom for a few minutes, and then Rudi was out.

I returned to the living room, drank a cup of tea, and curled up on the sofa to watch some Britcoms. I probably lasted until 8:15…

The side effect of this is, of course, that I was suddenly wide awake at 4:45 (10:45 CET) a.m. I don’t think this has ever happened before. I mean, I’ve woken up before 7 on my own before, but before 5?! Ridiculous!

Here’s where the betting comes in. How long until I return to my normal night-owl ways? It took me two days to find myself up past midnight in Paris… For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t mind going to bed earlier here, although I do think it will be problematic if I doze off before 8.

Now, I just have to wait for Rudi to wake up and then I can start doing laundry…

By the way, I’d expect France wrap-up/retrospective posts for another week.