I should read. I should write. But really? I should be studying… Or sleeping. I miss sleep. Yes, that’s it. I need sleep. Forgive me for leaving? I’ve resisted. The yawns I’ve suppressed. I’ve written my numbers and solved my conversions. I’ve trudged through the snow to my classes. I answered all the questions. Please. I’m begging you. Please, say that I’m done for the night. Wait. What is that you say? I’ve forgotten my communications? That can be fit somewhere in between work and study tomorrow. I’m retiring. I can’t possibly be productive at this time. My bed looks so tempting. The pillows are plump and the covers warm. Yes, I’ll start again in seven hours. Adieu. Adieu.