Late nights are getting more and more normal.
Unfortunately, I’m starting to get warn out.
The upside is that it’s still not as bad as when Abby was born in which case I was at the complete point of exhaustian.
Any more exhaustian and I’d have been hallucinating (at some points I may have been).

Doug and Amanda came down and we had dinner with our two families and then I went to help them load up a huge aquarium into their van.
When I say huge, I think it was as big as a casket, but without the dead person.
The thing was about 6 feet long (maybe longer) and about 18 inches deep, I think it held 120 gallons, but don’t quote me on that, it could have been bigger.
That’s a lot of salt, that’s a lot of water, that’s a lot of fish and most of all: that’s a lot of money (to keep up).
That’s also why I don’t have any pets.

OK, it’s night-night time.

Resting in Him,

Randy Peterman