Of course the only night when I truly feel like I CAN sleep is the night of a rare full lunar eclipse that I HAVE to stay up and catch. I don’t regret it–it was awesomely beautiful–but I am dragging a bit this morning, my ducks.

So, I’ll point you to Susie Bright’s journal, where she wonders out loud if being a holier-than-thou Republican prig in your outward life directly correlates to having a pedophilic/risky-sex-gay/ugly adulterous secret life. There does seem to be a pattern, doesn’t there. Glenn Greenwald has more on the story.

And the Selkie sent me a link to Death by Caffeine. You put in your weight and your poison, and it tells you how much you’d have to drink before it kills you. Which just delights me to no end. Of course, the Selkie’s husband, Boy Scout, wonders if it’s a lifetime accumulation and I geek back that caffeine’s water-soluble since it’s flushed out by the kidneys (Candy, correct me if I’m wrong) after it’s done its dirty work to your adrenals, so I wouldn’t think you could get an accumulation over a lifetime of enough toxicity to kill ya.

But I could be wrong.

It would take 159.55 shots of espresso to kill me, assuming I have my weight correct. I haven’t weighed myself in five bloody years, since my last pregnancy. Oh, I did get weighed when I went in to see the doctor after that car accident, but that was years ago too.

So maybe I’d better keep myself below a hundred shots of espresso a day.

Oh, and if you missed the eclipse, check out these photos. (Thanks for the link, Murphyslawve!)

I am yawning as I type, so it’s probably time for a midmorning nap, now that the rubbish bin is brought in, the kids are fed, and the cats are all accounted for.

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