Attempting to coerce two boys all buzzed up on holiday sugar to get to bed very early as I will be getting them up and on the road by 0400 (0300 my time) for the nine hour drive to Rauhallinen Farm. Leaving then is mandatory on a weekday to avoid horrid Chicago rush hour morning traffic, While it still sucks even at that time, even one hour later it doubles.
“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena: Expanded and Revised in a New Translation