Resting is a lonely thing to do.  Tried to stay upstairs with C&D and Matt, but my awareness of all my body parts started blinking in and out, like the chandelier with that one wonkly light bulb that flickers on and off at random.

Too tired to use computer, too, but maybe later.  No, they’re not doing anything especially fun upstairs, but resting down here, did I tell you?  It’s lonely.

Set the time stamp on this post to be:  Too late to take a nap, but too early to go to bed.

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Later:  I guess it wasn’t too late to take a nap, after all.