Ah, youth. When the novelty of staying up late outshines the promise of a good night's sleep.
Annie has a friend staying over tonight. It's 10:30. The girls just came downstairs to watch a movie, and B. and I are going to bed like the old, wise owls we are. Long day tomorrow, and the next will be longer still. More later. Til then, my little owls. Goodnight.