Right. I am setting myself a non-negotiable bedtime of 11pm at the LATEST tonight. It's three thirty in the afternoon, I've had three largish coffees, I'm jittery, and I'm yawning. Clearly nothing but some good old fashioned sleep will do.
The exhaustion comes as a result of fun, of course. Bowling and air hockey last night as a send-off to Rebecca and Jed, and people over for dinner and drinks at our house the night before. It is terrifying, though, how quickly a well-rested look, accrued over the course of a week of vacation, dissipates. Tonight is the night for sleep.
Especially since tomorrow night is the night for salsa. Also known as non-negotiable fun.
(PS There will be an entry about Amsterdam and Brussels, promise.)
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