... plans of mice and men.
I fell asleep last night. At the keyboard. When I woke, around midnight, with my laptop trying to cook its way through my lap to the floor, I found I was too groggy to work on Sarah so I said to myself, "Self, go to sleep and do it in the morning."
Good plan, right?
But early this morning (WAY too early this morning) Mark was on his way to work and hit a deer.
I got up and drove my car to where he was, swapped cars with him, and then drove back home in his injured car.
I'm so tired I can't think straight.