I think we have a boogie man.

Or well, I suppose it could be a squirrel in the attic. Rearranging furniture. Vigorously.

Something’s weird up there, though, and it kept me up all night long.

I was, however, already too awake to begin with, having a touch of insomnia. I will not tell you what time I finally crawled into bed– nor how long the spooks kept me up. Let’s just say, I can count the number of hours of rest I got on one hand. Half a hand, even.

So, I’m off for more coffee. Back later.