i can't seem to stop yawning. all week long my mouth has been gaping open like i'm sort of flycatcher. my brain is in apparent need of more oxygen, and my body would like a little more sleep. and who am i to deprive myself of what i need?
after dinner, i sat down to read (it was still light outside) and the next thing i knew it was several hours later, dark, and i was only 2 pages in. randall apparently thought my idea was a good one and joined in too.
sometimes i love lazy nights at home.