...but that has nothing to do with this post.
This morning, after much 'round-and-'round re: insurance, I went and picked up my sexy, sexy CPAP machine, which looks vaguely like something Han Solo would wear while crawling around inside a space slug, but is designed to keep shoving air down my throat while I sleep. "Mild obstructive sleep apnea" is the technical term for it, and it's coming soon to a big, middle-aged guy near you.
I'm not looking forward to trying to sleep with a vacuum cleaner blowing air up my nose, even if it's doing it very gently -- but if it will take care of my chronic tiredness and the evil that is mornings, it'll be worth looking like Mr. Snuffleupagus.
Ah well. Time to work!