I'm up too late

There are just too many fun things to do on the internet. Thanks, Al Gore. When Ace's occupational therapist and physical therapist come over at 9 in the morning* and I'm all bleary eyed and possibly un-showered, I'm blaming the internet.

I think I read too many blogs. Not only do I read the blogs, but I comment on the blogs, and have to read any possible responses to comments. It's really a major addiction. It must be stopped. This addiction leads to non-sensical (and poorly spelled) posts at 1 in the morning.

*Ace is getting some kind of hand splints to keep his fingers spread out while he's doing weight-bearing exercises. His PT thinks that part of the reason he's having a hard time doing some things is because his hands are always balled up into a fist. We spend half of the physical therapy hour spreading his fingers out. This oughta help... tick him off.