This is something I've long suspected, but now I know it's true.
When Jonathan is home, he makes sure that I get to bed at a reasonable hour for someone who needs to be up before eight. And get breakfast of some sort and coffee.
He's been away for two nights, and he left very early Tuesday morning. Have I made coffee? No. Have I had breakfast? No. What time did I go to sleep? 2AM Wednesday morning. Even later (I don't know how long because I refused to find out, which is easy if your digital clock is across the room and you're not wearing your glasses) last night. Why? Because I'm not a grown-up and if I have a chance, I *will* be up all night.
Breakfast this morning before Pakua? A caffeine pill, water and a Snickers energy bar.