Another typical day

I am going to bed early tonight.  No, really.*  Which means that since it's already the middle of the night by normal standards I'd better get my skates on.  What was that thing I was learning to do that I seem to have mislaid again?  Write short?    Yes.  This is one of my life's tragic burdens;  an inability to write short.**  

But I have managed to let myself be suckered into helping Vicky ring the Old Eden bells up tomorrow morning.  Whimper.  Saturdays sometimes approach the concept of a day