For a while, Junior and I were going to bed at the same time. It just seemed easier that way. We’d both hike up together, and while he had to be in a dark room, supposedly sleeping, I would sit in my bed surrounded by fun things to read. It was actually working out well for both of us.
Then I signed up to write a novel in 30 days and suddenly I get to watch it change from one day to the next. I don’t like staying up this late, for the record.