I was super disciplined last night. I ate my vegetables (and 4 cookies...), did work for Doc Whitecastle (ignored my readings), and did not watch too much TV (save the latest Downton). More importantly, I managed to wrap everything up so that I would be in bed by 11pm. I fell asleep about 15 minutes later. Only to be woken up another 15 minutes later by my uncle.
He is in Vancouver for a few days and wanted to say hi. At 11:40PM. I found it hard to believe that a man who frequently travels to both Vancouver and D.C. from Taiwan might not know about time zones. Uncle also told me to feel free to call him with any problems at any time-- that is, anytime within the next 2 days he'll be in North America, on any issue that he would be better suited to handle than my parents, who actually live within my time zone. I groggily thanked him for the offer, and when we hung up and I was once again wide awake, I shook my fist at the uncles of the day.
You see, earlier in the day, Prof Papa had told me a story of his daughter's Uncle Robert via email. It was so random that both Lenny and Liz, separately, asked after his mental health status. But no, he wasn't sundowning, uncles just tend to inspire weirdness.
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