I Just Slept Until Almost Eight
This is unheard of. I’m a ten-ish to four-ish sort of guy. Max. But ten-ish to eight-ish? Never! (Not even on weekends or vacation.)
And I actually slept! Not just lay there, half in & half out, trying to talk myself into sleep, rolling over every half or three-quarters of an hour to look at the demonclock and calculate the time left before the pillowed, comforter prison opens its gates and sets me free.
No. Sleep. Actual, detail-filled dreamsleep.
Now I’ll probably spend the day wondering why that happened, and the puzzle will probably keep me awake tonight. Dammit.
Call Me Cate has all the answers at: SHOW MY FACE