9:35 am. After a week away from everything (everything!), suddenly staying up until midnight seems outrageously late. Others have been staying up that late playing dice all week, but I've been retiring to my spot on the roof about eleven, usually falling asleep before the dice game ended.
Last night was the last night here for a few of us, so we put on music we could sing along with (those of us not interested in playing the game) and made a party out of it. Somehow the songs all seemed to be from the fifties or the seventies. I knew most of them anyway, even though sixties music is the sound I grew up with.
It all ended abruptly at midnight, so I really didn't miss much of my usual nightly ration of stargazing and sleeping.