Yawning

We played a singer/songwriter gig last night at Daniel Day Gallery and we didn't get home until late. It was well after midnight before I got to bed and that's way past my bedtime. So I've spent much of the day yawning. 
Jilda worked today, so I ran down to the Chinese restaurant to pick up some moo goo gai pan, hot & sour soup for supper. I called ahead but they were swamped, so I sat on a bench and yawned. 
I looked over at a lady at the end of the bench and she was yawning too. We both laughed out loud.
Seems she has a son who was badly burned and she's been at the hospital for days. She'd stopped by the restaurant to get something so she wouldn't have to cook. When they called her number, I wished them well.
I'm sit here trying to think of something clever to say, but my head feels like a stale block of hoop cheese. 
Maybe I'll have better ideas tomorrow after a good nights sleep. 
Y'all have a remarkable weekend.