...I have to be careful, lest I find myself slipping into a stupor. The heat is partly to blame, of course: Like everywhere else in the country, we’re having a heat wave, and that’ll kick anything in the head, but as far as I’m concerned, there’s more than just a little hot weather in play here: I’m in a softly-lit space with captivating music and interesting things to drink, across the street from two buildings with a grape trellis erected between them, grape leaves blowing gently in the breeze.
Fighting sleep at Hour 20 is understandable. Fighting sleep at Hour 7.5 is Just Plain Sad.
Fortunately, I know the cure. 