Like cold turkey, jet lag has got me on the run. That is, if "on the run" means lying on the couch in my bathrobe, trying fruitlessly to stay awake past 8:30 p.m., and waking up bright and shiny at 4 a.m. Moreover, I am noting jet lag's other deleterious effects, like not wanting to eat, which is easy to ignore, and not wanting to think, which is not. So posting will not be up to its usual standard. In the meantime, here's a vacation photo of some lovely Kentish sheep.