All is quiet. Children are sleeping. I have the TV all to myself. If it wasn't for the World Series, I honestly wouldn't know what to do with it.
Yes I would. I'd turn it off and go to bed. Darn those Sox!
So, once again, I'll be sleeping in tomorrow morning. The writing will have to squeeze into the rest of the day. Because I may never see another Series in Chi-town in my lifetime.
I think my muse is routing for Houston, in seven games, with extra innings.