Meanwhile, I'm finishing reading all the other entries so I can vote before bicycling this afternoon. I was doing pretty well last night until the attack of sleepiness hit.
You know, I used to tease our daughter about her 'pre-bed nap' habit, because it seemed to overlook the underlying problem. But I didn't get to bed until nearly 2 a.m. last night, partly because of how long it took to roust myself from dozing on the sofa to actually getting ready for bed. I was too tired to wake up enough to finish that last part until more than an hour had gone by.
So, I'm essentially doing the same thing—but unplanned, and without an alarm to limit how long it goes on.
I think I feel the teeth of irony nipping me in the butt...
