Even with a decent weekend from the baby, I’m still short on sleep. It takes much more than a couple of good nights to make up for eight months of interrupted nights…

The latest evidence of my condition: for the second time in the last month, I made the coffee at work, only to discover that I had left out the grounds. There was a nicely used filter and carafe of hot water, with no coffee to pour in my cup. This foul-up comes on the heels of forgetting to grab keys for the right car this morning and forgetting my watch for the third day in a row.

It’s a damn good thing mortgages can be auto-withdrawn so I don’t have to worry about losing the house.