I left my superpower in my other pants.

As I write this, it’s before sunrise, and I should probably be working on my novel. I just got home from the Worldcon in Dublin two days ago, though, and apparently my body is still on Irish time. This means, alas, that I have lost my superpower. I have, all my life, been a natural short sleeper. When I was younger I would wake up refreshed after five hour of sleep and I could endure miserably indefinitely on three. These days I need six or seven, and I suffer from a touch of midlife insomnia, so I don’t always get it despite having the incredible luxury of almost never needing to set an alarm, since I work for myself these days.

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