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"Try taking your meds earlier in the evening," he said. "That might change their effect," he said. Not quite. I drift off to sleep at 7 pm, dream a whole horror story from Rod Serling's Triple W (witches, warlocks and werewolves, IIRC, though I only remember one warlock story), and wake from the tangled unpleasant web of ghostly beings and rape some eight hours later to discover my time sense has gone westward-jet-lag and it's barely midnight. Take out lens, stumble back to bed, sleep another eight hours body-time and wake to continued darkness. It's barely 5 am. And I'm still sleepy. So lie abed in the snug and do a recap of my childhood Christmas mornings where the hours go by and it never gets any lighter and maybe the sun has forgotten to come up today?

But OK, the sun did come up and it's a Tokyo Christmas morning. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate and happy holidays to those who get them.