I was going to write a post about nothing in particular because I've not heard from the doctor yet and was planning to follow-up tomorrow with that. But then The Hater was all, "Let's go to bed. Aren't you tired?"
The tables have turned. For once I'm awake and it's The Hater who is whining, asking when it's going to be bedtime. Wacko.
He's putting his foot down now. I'm amused at how it's different when he's the one who is more tired than I am. This is truly a red letter day.