And I should still be in bed. I thought a good workout -- 50 minutes of cardio! -- would tire me out enough to get to bed at a reasonable hour. Yet, there I was, at 10 p.m. lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.
By 11, I gave up and got the Randy Wayne White novel that had gotten me through my stints on the stationary cycle and the treadmill and opened that. Sometime after midnight I finally fell asleep.
The 3 a.m. alarm came at what felt like 20 minutes later. Boy, is that going to grow old fast.
But I'm here at WTSP. Carry on.
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