Dawn of the Almost Dead
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.