Since I've moved to New Orleans, I've stayed out much too late twice this week. Is past 5:30 PM already? This is no time for breakfast.
Worse than the katzenjammers, is that I've had to engage in pillow fights each "morning," and I lost both times. I was outnumbered in each encounter. Tuesday was against two sisters, who I figure have had a lifetime developing teamwork and strategy. This afternoon was two dames and cocker spaniel. Oh the humanity!!
At least it wasn't as bad as a certain, regrettable, post midnight adventure last week.
Sleep tight, and keep your nose clean,