It's 10:30 p.m.

I'm in bed. In my night shirt.

I'm coughing, although I took (sugar-free) cough syrup.

I'm in bed.

I check my sugar.

76.

Crap. I can't go to bed this low.

But I'm already in bed.

I'm tired.

I'm coughing.

Must get up early to go to mass with No. 1.

Can't convince myself to go downstairs and drink a glass of milk.

Because I'm already in bed.

The floor is cold.

I'm coughing and tired.

The milk is downstairs.

My bed is warm.

The kitties are snuggly.

Now would be a nice time to see a trend line.

I took the sensor off five hours ago.

I'm. Already. In. Bed.

Waking in a cold sweat will not be fun.

The milk is downstairs.

My cough medicine isn't working.

Rain is soothing and wants me to go to sleep.

My bed is warm.

The floor is cold.