An experiment in sleep deprivation
This is the last night before my annual “Month of No Sleep”, i.e., the Tour de France. Other than a couple of rest days the organizers have obligingly included for the riders (and overseas viewers), I’ll be having many a late night through June, this time with a big difference: I’ll have two kids to take care of the next day. It was nearly impossible last year just because Charlotte had run me ragged during the day. Now Charlotte’s more active than ever, and Callum has his own set of demands. Oh, and another thing: it’s followed hard by the Olympics. There goes another three weeks.
It’s about to get ugly.