Mamacita says:  It’s after 3 a.m. and I’m still up, but this is the time of “day” when I’m at my most alert.  I always revert back to my normal body clock when I’m on vacation.  It doesn’t take very long at all.

Today, it took about two hours.

When I got home at 4-ish today, I was finished.  The semester is over and I’ve got some free time.  I thought at first about taking a nap, but the phone kept ringing.  Then I thought about mopping the kitchen floor, but by the time I stopped laughing, the notion had passed.

The point is, if I might drag a point in by the hind legs, that I can stay up late now because I can sleep late now.  Of course, I always stayed up late, but I had to get up early, and the combination was beginning to wear me down.  It can’t be old age, so I figure it must have something to do with those footprints on the moon.

I only know that I used to make fun of people who took naps, and lately I’ve become one of those people.  I still laugh at them, and at myself most of all, but, well, there you have it.

Those moonprints have made me weird.  I was normal, once.

Hahahahahahahaha, did you fall for that?  I was NEVER normal.

Nor did I ever wish to be.