Two recent studies from the world of obvious science have hit home. The first: sleep deprivation steals your sharpness. The second: the more coffee you drink, the less effect it has on you.
Being a full-time mom and contributor to Ricochet is more challenging than I expected it to be. It’s been a few years since I’ve gotten the kind of sleep that leaves you sharp enough to engage with the likes of Rob Long, Peter Robinson, and Claire Berlinski. These are very informed people. Some days, the only news I get comes from the few minutes I’m able to steal on Ricochet. Meg Whitman. Freedom Flotilla. Mitch Daniels. These things swirl in my brain becoming Whitman’s Sampler, Free Tortilla, Jack Daniels.
Coffee is my only ally. Most mornings, it takes about five cups to reach “baseline” alertness. On Thursday – the day we recorded the most recent Ricochet podcast – I was way below baseline. And a practice chat I’d had with my husband hadn’t gone well.
“You’ve heard about Scott Strasburg, right? Pitcher for the Nationals?” I asked confidently. “Apparently Kirby Puckett was his coach at San Francisco State.”
“Urs,” he said. “It’s Steve Strasburg, San Diego State, and Tony Gwynn was his coach.”
Panic time. I know much more about baseball than I do about politics, and I don’t actually know that much about baseball. What if I accidentally refer to Meg Whitman as “Russell Stover”? I need a nap. (Or another cup of coffee.)