I have to get up at 5 a.m. anyway, so that was it for me, in the slumber department. (No ... not because I like to.) (Jeez.)
I had to call my co-worker (not at 5) to tell her I would be late, because I was assigned a "10 a.m. to noon" window by the people who fix refrigerators. She was her usual passive aggressive self in expressing displeasure: "ohh-kay." Then a very pissy, minor-key "bye." Um, hi. You. Are. Not. My boss. And I'm sorry I have to miss a few hours of work to try to keep my household running, rather than be off at a golf tournament like half the males in the office.
Then the refrigerator-fixer guy was stymied. ("Huh. It makes what kind of sound? Then it thaws stuff and gets cold again? Over and over? I've never heard of that before.") Sigh. He had to call the refrigerator-fixer help-line. Parts must be ordered. But order will not be restored to our safe food storage yet.
Sadly, the image of my bed will tease me for another ... hmm ... eight? ... hours. (Oh God.) Yes, we're going to our first Midnight Harry Potter party.
I know, I know: suck it up! It's one night! Try not to be such a geezer. It's embarrassing.
It will make a fun memory for Cole. He and a friend will be wearing their Gryffindor cloaks and wizard hats. Hey, just picturing that makes the idea more appealing.
Happy reading, everyone.