It is 2:42 AM.
It is my fault that I am still off schedule.
I had been using the sleep aid Ambien to counter my jet lag but it has led me to wallow in my winterized mode of pajamas--all day long.
Call it my cocooning stage but I am positively addicted to them.
My pajamas I mean.
The problem with Ambien is, the day after I use it--a certain sensor in my brain is temporarily lost.
I do things like go to friends' houses or pick my kids up in my pajamas.
I was alarmed at the speculation that
Heath Ledger's death was Ambien related.
It has made me quit using it.
That and the fact that under its influence I reportedly told Steve:
"let's try for a third child."
Now if I can just kick my pajama habit...