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Yawn.

I’ve imposed a new 11 o’clock bedtime on myself. Each morning for the last month or so, I’ve felt (and sometimes acted) like a reluctantly awakened hibernating bear every morning when Henry wakes me up. (Lucky Brad just sleeps and sleeps, so Henry doesn’t even try to get him up…) So, for Henry’s sake, I’m trying to get more sleep. However, this really cuts into my catalog reading/web noodling/television time. How will I survive? (I’m mocking myself here.) Well, gotta go catch some z’s.