Coming back from the park, I was intimidated by the sheer length of the night, it being pitch dark at 6pm. I cashed in my free margarita credit with susancalvin. Drank maybe 40% of the ever popular Mad Mex strawberry margarita. After returning home, I managed to get corvisdog out of his crate before I collapsed. Not drunk, not physically tired.
Now I'm intimidated by the length of the darkness in the morning. And a pile of obligations of the personal, professional, and spiritual kind.
Health check: all systems, aside from weird collapse, fully functioning. Lifted on Saturday, ran 2 miles on Sunday (its cold).