For some reason my brain has been getting very busy when I first wake up lately, making it impossible to get back to sleep even when I've only had four or five hours. That happened this morning, and now I'm quite punchy at going on midnight. I intend to make some cocoa and cinnamon toast, and then read for a while, but I'll probably nod off after a page or two. It's taking me longer and longer to get through a book these days. I went through a couple dozen over the last six months, but only three of those were in November, and I'm still working on my first book for December. Age can be a drag.
If I yawn any more I will dislocate my jaw. Goodnight, Internets.