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Aislyn is sick, and it’s an office day for Derek, so I called out.

I’ll bet I’m still up at 4:30, regardless.

I’m so tired. Giddy as all hell, but tired.

I never taught the kid how to do the boxes. I hope someone can fill him in. I mean, it’s not rocket science, but there could be something he doesn’t know, that I’m not thinking of.

I’m sure they’ll figure it out.

M. said check back for openings closer to the end of the year, because that’s when people tend to announce their retirement.

Ready for fun-filled, happy sleep and nice dreams. Please, please nice dreams tonight!