Night of the Living Dread

My internet is slow.
When it loads the page at all.
We've made a pact to get up early tomorrow.
And make it a habit from here on out.
It's 2:26am.

I have too many shots from today.
Picking just one is impossible.
I have anecdotes to tell.
Information to convey.
My eyelids think differently.

A night shot seemed apt.

Night, night.