Ich bin kein Pfannkuchen

I've arrived in Berlin, whose international airport reminded me of LaGuardia, and I've just woken up from a nap. That makes some sense, as my body thinks it's 7am, not 2pm, and the caffeine from the tea they served me at breakfast (just before 11pm Chicago time) may have worn off.

After showering and putting clothes on I'll start exploring. I foresee no difficulty making my Fitbit numbers, but I do foresee some difficulty taking in this immense city in three days.

But, my Dog, I do not like overnight flights.

And what's this about Jon Stewart leaving the Daily Show?