I should admit that I wrote the previous post about Mt. Bachelor was written entirely from home. Yup, we're back, vacation is over, and in a few hours I'll be back at the grindstone.
My poor wife is already at the grindstone. She's one of those people who needs a set amount of sleep each night, so I can only imagine how she's feeling after five hours of sleep.
Me? My average is six, and I do pretty well with that. But I'm working on five, after getting to bed at a still-normal time for me (just after 3 a.m.) but finding myself unable to fall asleep despite the fact that I was freaking tired. So here I am.
And I'm still freaking tired.
Oh well, early to bed tonight. We'll make up for it somehow.