Eighteen hours. I know it’s bad when I come home from my day job and the late-night infomercials are already on.

Still, when I got home I found lovely things in my mailbox, and lovely messages on my answering machine, and I poured some lovely whiskey in a lovely tumbler, so I feel all warm and fuzzy. At least in the parts that aren’t completely numb.

Now for some sleep before my 7:00 a.m. meeting.