Is that really the time? It’s becoming a familiar question again. And once more, I was at a friend’s house (board games, one I’ll maybe write about tomorrow.)
I used to be very much a night owl, up until extremely late, and though that changed somewhat with the arrival of children in the house I always underestimate how easy it is for me to fall back into my old habits of staying up until damned-close-to-dawn. It’s worse when I’m with people or writing something interesting. Also, it seems to be worse this week, maybe as fallout from all the resting I did when I wasn’t feeling well. Whatever it is, I need to do a better job of keeping an eye on the time or I’m going to end up pulling an all nighter and that’s going to be bad for everyone the following day.