too late
I oughtn’t be awake, and yet I am, for a very silly reason. So the author, in her role as insomniac laundress, rambles and then falls silent.
I oughtn’t be awake right now. It’s 11 pm, and I have to get up before 6 am tomorrow…but my sheets aren’t dry yet, so here I am, staring gaping at the screen.
Sasha is meow/crying to go outside; I probably shouldn’t let her out, but I will anyway. C will be up for a while…he can let her in.
Which is by way of saying that I’m sleepy, and listening to public radion on Canadian politics doesn’t really help. 
