pretty much good-for-nothing

…today, anyway. John and I stayed up very, very late (and I feel very, very old every time I talk about how anytime after 11pm is “very, very late;” in this case, it was after midnight), due to the American Presidential debate. John + politics + homemade wine (that we didn’t make) + me + chocolate chip coconut bars = a very late night of mayhem.

last night, after we finally made it upstairs to bed, I dreamt that I was dodging bombs, testifying against terrorists, and running late for work, all at once. I woke up absolutely exhausted – those seven hours I was getting that much-needed sleep? I was busy!