Progress Notes, Redux
I was asleep at 8 P.M.
I left Marcia to handle the wild boys, who were bouncing around the house in their Spongebob underpants, showing off their "sweet dance moves" to the melodious strains of Aerosmith's "Eat the Rich."
The good news is that my headache is gone. The bad news is that now I am wide awake.
More good news: the title poem of my new manuscript is very close to being finished.