Sleep deprivation

Going back and forth on the two sides of the Atlantic is taking its toll. I'm in Italy since Saturday morning, and I've slept less than 10 hours total - including Friday and the flight back. That is about 3 hours a day, which is half of what I usually need. The problem has to do with Ilaria, which has now gotten accustomed to sleeping with Mariarosa, and is now in the process of being persuaded to stay back at her own place; and with my unavoidable jet-lag.

This blog also suffers from that, because when I'm sleep deprived everything becomes less interesting, more procrastinable, less compelling. Suddenly I'm not brilliant anymore. I speak by monosyllables, act rudely, even my kids fail to raise a smile on my face. Sex is nearly the only thing I can still do pretty well.

I'm looking forward to a good night of sleep tonight, but I know chances are it will be as the last few ones. But I have reacted in a sort of way to this. I canceled a trip to Fermilab in mid May. I still have to do the one to Fermilab next week, though - I have the tickets in my hands already, and they are two different tickets since they're interleaved. So next Monday, if I am able to catch up with the sun's rythm here, I will change it again, and then again on the following Friday when I'll be back here. In the meantime, this Wednesday I will have to drive to Perugia for a meeting of CMS physicists.

The life of a physicist may be interesting, but at times it does suck!