Groggy.

I didn't know it was possible, but as I walked around the 1-18th-mile track that circles the top of the basketball gym at the Y, I was dozing off on the straightaways.  Just for a couple seconds, in between rounding the corners, the music from my iPod floated me away into brief interludes of microsleep.  

I must be really tired, because I didn't think tunes like "Sledgehammer" are exactly, y'know, soothing.  "Mercy Street," maybe.  But generally, I don't put that sort of thing in playlists called "Running Music 2."

Here's to hoping the baby doesn't want to chat at 4 AM anymore.  Sooner or later he is going to discover that I am not much of a conversationalist at that hour.