I couldn’t sleep last night; about 130 I gave up and took some melatonin, and then Destroyer woke up and came in to cuddle up to me. Then I woke up at 5:30 and couldn’t go back to sleep for fear of sleeping through my alarm and missing my 8am call.
All things considered, it was surprising that I made it through to the end of the day without freaking out at anyone. In the evening I took the girls to a friend’s house where they got sprayed with a garden hose for an hour before bed.
Then, practically cataleptic, I won a game of Blood Bowl, went for a half hour run, watched the first MotoGP race of the year and two thirds of Clueless. Probably should have gone to bed early, but that would have been the sensible choice.
Onward, ever onward.