Sleepy.

Whew. I've slept since I got home this afternoon, and I think I'm going to bed when I'm done with this. Too much action, not enough sleep. Warden isn't happy, but so be it. Tomorrow is Sunday, I'm off, I'm going to make some butter come hell or high water. Also, football tomorrow. I'm for the Jets, all the way. I like underdogs. And I imagine their coach might enjoy my butters. Goodnight!