7:30pm, London GMT: With bloodshot eyes and forced insomnia, we are both ready to sleep the night away. We fade away to the sound of the television and a white noise fan.
Midnight: We are both wide awake, fighting off discussions about the difference between America’s Dancing with the Stars versus the original British version.
4:12am: I am up alone, contemplating how dry my nostrils need to be to induce a spontaneous bloody nose. Kathy asks if I need any light and then rolls back over to sleep. I welcome back a grogginess that seems to set just behind my eyeballs.
If my calculations hold up, I expect we will be in REM sleep at approximately nine am, while checking in for our flight to Ukraine.
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