Between the travel and the flight, Z. only slept a few hours since Friday night, Chicago time. Yet amazingly, she completed her first day in the Uk with not a single complaint or meltdown, and even ate well (enough) in the process. By the end of the day, however, she was more pooped than I've ever seen her, happy but almost deliriously so, with droopy eyes and an unsteady gait. She zonked out on her air mattress at 7pm, Leeds-time, which puts her on perfect schedule to recover from any effects of jet lag almost immediately. Good for her, since tomorrow we go to Sheffield to chase sheep on the Derbyshire Dales.