God, I feel so tired. I keep meaning to get to bed early, and it keeps not happening. This morning, I heard Kim's "alarm" go off, which is a soft light and tweeting birds. For her, it's a relaxing way to wake up, for me, it's a 45 minute long Hitchcock adventure. She was sound asleep, so I didn't want to wake her to turn it off, but it means about 45 minutes less sleep than I would have gotten on this end, plus I went to bed about 90 minutes later than I meant to. You can add.
Tonight, early to bed, late to rise. Or someone's gonna pay.
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