I tend to stay up too late at night.
I watch sports on TV — the Red Sox every night in the summer, and then maybe when the game’s over an old “Law and Order” episode, with the computer on my lap. I check Facebook and send an e-mail or two to old pals, maybe even start an old movie and fall asleep on the coach for a few hours, before I go to bed, “climb the old wooden hill,” as my dad used to say. Fatigued as I am, I nonetheless am careful to take the pills that I’m told are keeping me alive, who knows.
