I feel a crushing weight of despair over the Bucs early morning loss to the Colts. I stayed up to the bitter end… if only I had gone to bed while they were way ahead. I would have gotten a poor night’s sleep, but at least I would have slept. Now I’m up, as alert at 1:30 a.m. as I would be at 1:30 p.m. The upside to all of this is that I won’t spend a lot of time falling asleep – there’s not enough time for it.

Tomorrow’s forecast calls for lots of sugar, with isolated doses of caffeine.

Reader beware: Monday night football + work day x early morning meeting = tomorrow. Stay back at least 50 feet. You have now been warned. The author will not be held responsible for any harm that may come to readers who fail to yield as directed.