The wrong side of 4 a.m.

The plan for the next few days consists of heading to Worcester first thing in the morning, spending the day hanging out with the kidlings (including Girl-child's purported new boyfriend), then popping them in the car to take them back to Watertown to spend the night, with a side trip to Cambridge for a contra dance. Nifty plan, all told, assuming my attempts to get to bed at a reasonable hour aren't met by a crippling bout of insomnia. So seeing as how I'm typing this at an hour approaching 4:30 in the morning, those plans might get a last-minute rewrite, especially the dancing bit. Sigh.

It's remarkable how getting zero sleep can make one not like much of anything, ain't it?