Last night I finished my writing early, and decided to call my parents.  They’re both night owls, and besides have a two hour time difference, so they’re the ideal people to call if I want to chat for a bit when it’s too late to call any sane person.  Besides–they’re my parents–it’s always good to catch up.

And…catch up.

Since it had been a week or few we had to pass along a fair amount of news, then discuss the election, our housing status, etc.  It was probably getting late, but I had my back to the clock and was ignoring it.

Then Mom and I started talking books, and the next thing I knew, she pointed out that it was 1:30am my time, and maybe I should get to bed?

Yikes!  Uhm, right.

If only I could have lost track of time this morning, when the alarm went off.