A long day is coming.

Many of you who follow me on Twitter (@FantasyRace) know that I have been struggling with some issues for the past couple of years—not the least of which is my 87-year-old father’s dementia. Last night was a bad one with severe confusion and at least a half dozen wakeups during the night. At a certain point, you stop counting.

Today is deadline day for the newsletter—and it will get completed—but I wanted to give you a head’s up that once again it will be toward the end of the day. Expect a typo or two as well. There ain’t enough coffee in the world to keep me 100% mentally sharp this morning/afternoon/evening. And I roast my own coffee, so it’s not in short supply.

(I am also on the NBC Motorsports’ desk this afternoon, which will eat up a chunk of hours.)

(We lost a day to rain, so Monday became SunMonday and those two days should never be combined.)

If you have someone in your life with dementia, give them a big hug because they are in their somewhere no matter how advanced the symptoms.

If you know a dementia caregiver, buy them a cup of coffee (or send me a note and buy a pound of Zanzenberg Coffee; I have a Bourbon-infused Guatemalan Huehuetenango that is killer).

Thanks for your support. I wouldn’t be doing this without you and I am ever mindful of how lucky I am to have a job that allows me some flexibility.