Athena-thirty
I write this from the couch, using my phone. Why, might you ask?
Becauuse, the time is now into Athena-thirty. Between half-past eight and about eleven, our dear little daughter refuses to be comforted by anything but food and human contact. Seeing as how you can only cram so much milk into a six week old stomach, this is a trying time for mom and dad.
We do refuse to become those parents that put their kid into the car and drive all night. That way lies madness, particularly at $4.49/gallon.