Yeah. I don't get out much.
It has been dark the last few days when I get up. Full-on dark. "Is it still night?" Mermaid Girl mumbles confusedly in the mornings, as we hoist her out of her loft bed. All three of us stumble around with our coffee or coffee-equivalents feeling that in some fundamental way this is just not right.
I am tempted to capitalize JUST NOT RIGHT but am trying to be disciplined in my use of typographic empasizers. Shouldn't the words be doing the job? Shouldn't I be a better writer? Shouldn't I be vacuuming the living room at this very moment? Or reading my review book that's due on Thursday?
For that matter, shouldn't I still be asleep? I don't think the sun's even fully risen.