The Kittie

woke me up at six-ish; we were up and about, morning routine. I went to get the paper and...no paper. I hate it when the Sunday paper is late.

Except it really wasn't, because it was about then that I realized it was actually five-ish, since I learned a long time ago to wait until the next morning to put the clocks back in the fall.

At this point though, it feels as if I've been up for just about freakin' forever.