Laphroaig -- the only single malt Sinsull can stand. (I'll help -- but not out of the glasses with the lights in the bottom.)

I am yet again showing up with a sleep deficit. I was rudely awakened at 0 Dark:30 by a charlie horse in my calf. (Gawd, that sounds agricultural.) So I ended up coping by getting some computerization done (including the J-cards for last Saturday's tapes) before heading out to hit a few yard sales and pick up the carrot cake.

Did an abbreviated loop so I could come home and take a nap -- which I did, but ended up dreaming I was having trouble falling asleep. Ach!

Don't know how long I'll last tonight.

Don't worry, I can probably sing in my sleep. (which I promise not to do if everyone else is sleeping.)

Linn