I was pretty tired last night before bed. Berta and I stayed up a little too late. Somewhere near the end there I was rambling on to her, trying to explain the vagaries of the javascript in my autosave plugin for WordPress. She stared at me, listening, but I could tell that she was too tired to absorb any of it.

I think I just needed to tell someone what I had been working on, and poor Berta was available. When we're 70, she'll just walk away in the middle of my talking, assuming I'll continue talking aloud to myself. I'm surprised she doesn't do that now, really.

And so this morning, after two days in a row of sub-standard sleep, I am kind of zombie-like.

Note that this post has no point except to point out that I am zombie-like, and you'll realize that had I been in a moer rested state, I might have written about something significant and interesting. But keeping the site live and amusing is a chore that requires concentration, which isn't in abundance when I just want to crawl under the desk and snooze a little.