It is 8:30 and I’m about to go to bed.
I can’t stop yawning. And, frankly, there’s so much that I ought to be doing that not doing any of it seems like the best choice.
Plus, if I am going to go to bed at some super-early time, tonight is the best possible night to do it since the Phillies are off.
So yeah, I’m going to bed. Hopefully I’ll even sleep.