It’s 8:37pm and I’m going to bed.

The teens are off at a church retreat, Blake is bedded down (but keeping one eye on the Chicago/Green Bay game). Jill is conked, it appears, in the chair.

I have two choices: there are a number of things I need to do. I’m behind on a web-project I’ve been working on. I need to do some laundry. I’m behind on some reading. So I could probably stay up and get some things done. I’d be good until at least midnight.

But I’m going to bed. I’m learning that the idea of Sabbath is a wonderful idea (of course it’s a wonderful idea; God came up with it!). I have neglected Sabbath so much in my life. And I’m addled and sleep-deprived because of it.

Tomorrow will be a busy day. But it will be a busy day after a good, long night of sleep.

I’m going to bed.

And I’m taking tomorrow off from work, too.