Yes, that's me. Tuckered out, probably from yesterday's exertions and also from some heavy-duty baby wrangling. Little Missy is teething, looks like tooth #2 is about to pop through, and she was very fussy today.
Tomorrow morning I have an MRA appointment at 7:30. No, that's not a typo; it's a Magnetic Resonance Angiogram, and much less invasive/painful than the standard type. Just a checkup, nothing major (I hope!).
So, I've taken my nighttime analgesic, and Mort* is waiting for me.
(*Mort is Death's apprentice. It's the fourth Discworld book. Great bedtime reading!)