"So how tired do I look?" "You look pretty tired."

Yes, that exchange was, erm, exchanged a few minutes ago at the Postal Annex here at the hospital.

My fault, really, for being tired; I shall get to bed early. Very early. (So "Angel at the Mission" tonight is right out.) But I met a deadline: mail off three Christmas packages (for my brother's family in Chantilly, Virginia, for Alicia in Eugene, and for zarhooie in the Frigid Northeast) before 3:00 today, so they'd get picked up and on their way today.

Ninety minutes before I start commuting...