…but first, a little compline, courtesy The Anchoress.

By this time, in a monastery, the Great Silence has commenced. A few retreatants may be in the guest house dining room, one solitary light flickering, as they pour another cup of decaf from the bottomless pot and whisper confidences or share impressions and wonder aloud if they’ll actually make it to the vigil the next morning (which seems, actually, like the middle of the night to the rest of the world.)

Sleep well. G’night.