Instead of going out I fell asleep. Apparently 1.5 glasses of wine with dinner is enough to knock me out nowadays. I was awakened at 9:50 pm by the sweet sound of my pager informing me that someone at my job has issues with something that I cannot fix.
I am now awake! awake! awake! with not a damned thing to do, and I have to be at work tomorrow at 10 for ceremonial and religious reasons unrelated to actual work.
Dinner was good: baked tilapia with sweet Meyer lemon slices, steamed broccoli with dill/yogurt/pepper sauce, and sliced raw fennel salad.
Whenever I fall asleep at an odd time and screw up my schedule I get a persistent feeling of loneliness, as though i had slept through the big event and everyone had left without me.