You know you're too tired when things like:
When a tree falls in the woods and nobody is around to hear it, it make sthe sound of one hand clapping
amuse the hell out of you.
Got a text from Hugh at 4:30 this morning - "Baby boy born at 3-31 am mother and nephew doing fine" - which means that she held off long enough that I don't get to be uncle to The Antichrist.
Got a phone call from my father about 10 minutes later letting me know that the baby was born with about a degree of fever, so they might keep them in for a day or two for observation. But hopefully all will be well.
It's even possible that I might have things to talk about _other_ than babies over the next few days.
Edit: I'd forgotten about time zones. He can still be satanic if he's American. And his mother is from Ohio...