I’m more and more of the opinion that a good night’s sleep can change the world. I’m still reeling from S admonishing me that I “didn’t stay up late in Tarrytown” when I told him I was exhausted – as if going to bed at midnight is not good enough for rock star status. You get to a certain point where you know what the evening is going to provide and bed just calls to you. It’s a different story if I am dancing, but with the foot still swollen and the flips flops – eh – bed is better.