It’s not a good idea to keep writing when your eyelids are drooping so far down you can only see the edge of your keyboard. And even then, it’s just a blurred outline. Could be your keyboard. Could easily be the TV remote.

Yet here I am, still typing this blog post. I can’t let it go, you see. I’m at an age where what happened five minutes ago is getting hard to remember. So when an idea pops up, it’s like striking gold. You’ve got to dig it up and make the most of it.

And that, my friends—(even my fingers are tired; whatever I typed for friends got autocorrected to firemen )—is why I’m forcing my eyelids open with the proverbial matchsticks and staring at the screen through one bleary eye.

“I’m writong becuz I hve to. I’m writing this because I have to. That’s it.