The year is officially far enough advanced that I am getting up in the dark again. I can sleep in the light, no problem, but I find it very difficult to get up when it's still pitch black outside my window. It feels like waking up in the middle of the night. All my body wants to do is go back to sleep. I do usually feel like that when my alarm goes off at 7 am, but the darkness makes it much worse. If only I had Bernard's watch!

I can't remember who pointed this out to me, didn't think of it myself, but the dark Icelandic winter means that when I go home for Christmas I will be heading to Britain for some winter sun. The absurdities of living at 66° north.

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