It’s 8:30 and I’m stick. I’ve got work in the morning so I’m going to try to go to bed, I think. But I can still hear Roby crying in the next room, so I might offer to take care of her for a while, well, now she’s stopped, I don’t want to break that up. 

I was sniffly and scratchy for the better part of last night and I had to stick wads of toilet paper up my nose to keep from waking myself up with the dribble. I think tonight is shaping up to be much the same. 

but I went to bed at like 10:30 last night, tonight it’ll be nine. Maybe that’ll help.