What I wrote last night: only couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to post here! Woke up much fresher, with minimal wine staining...
Wearing this tiredness as blinkers. Which is amusing, since the invention was to keep the focus of the coach horse on the road ahead. The immediate future is the thing I shy at. Except the fat glass of wine that gets skinnier each time I glance at it. Mysterious.
I have an opposable thumb. Therefore I can lift the wine glass, therefore I can unbuckle the blinkers. I am more certain of the first, presently. After sleep, the second may be unnecessary. Either way, I am not a coach horse, however tired I may feel.
(However: much more likely to wake up with wine stain on face than any horse I ever met.)