the persistence of lack of concentration

Being asked for a set of graphs on the day -- no, the afternoon of the day -- that you're about to vanish for a week or two on holiday, is a kind of emotional blackmail. If you say no, they won't get done for all that time. How, how can you possibly be so cruel to your poor harassed metaboss?

Got it done, anyhow. Got home. Packed. Organised stuff. Now am I going to bother sleeping for just a couple of hours?

Probably. I'm tired.

America tomorrow. Via Amsterdam. That should be interesting.

in America

In America. Zonked, aka living dead. All went smoothly. Oof.

American keyboards still weird.