One of the good things about having jet lag is that you can tackle big projects after your husband goes to bed. Last week it was 10:00 pm and I decided to make jam. I thought it was going to take me an hour, as indicated in the recipe. But I made a few mistakes along the way which kind of elongated the timing. I rationalized that staying up until 3:00 am to finish a project would normally be a bad thing. But since it was really only 10:00 pm in Auckland, and I still had jet lag, then I was wide awake. Well, kind of. Maybe I was awake when I started slicing the strawberries.