The Joys of Jet Lag

It is quarter to 6 in the morning here in China and I've gotten about two hours of sleep tonight.  Maeve and I realized the hard way that we ought to have tried harder to sleep at the beginning of our flight and that we shouldn't have slept for the second half of it.  I'm sitting here in our tiny hostel room waiting patiently for the sun to come up so we can return to the airport.  I hope my body waits until after I've registered at Qingdao University to crash.