"You no bring me coffee, me no clean filter basket!"
Maybe Scott is finally getting the message, because he brought me a mug of the black early this morning, before leaving the house. So I’ve been up for an hour, instead of sleeping till 9 or 10.
Holidays, what are they good for! Sleeping in, that's what I say.
Honest to god, I'm a sleeper. I'm a stay-up-late, sleep-till-the-cows-come-home kinda gal, trying to be an early-to-bed, early-to-rise'er and not being very successful. But it's coming. Slowly.
The only thing better might be having some company out there once in a while.