I haven’t been to bed before the next day at any time this week, I think, but my memory is fuzzy due to fatigue. Last night I went to bed just before two and #3 woke up 3 times between then and three thirty. I don’t know what his problem was, but it might have involved Christmas lights in front of the window shining in through the double curtains and making the room bright as the dawn.
So once again nothing is as interesting as my own navel . . . I’m off to Mish’s Global Economic Analysis blog and then Instapundit to check the news. Join me or not, I’m so tired I don’t really mind either way . . . .