How sleeping like a dead man rocks.

I elected to skip the morning trip to a nearby strawberry farm, so you know what that meant.

Sleep. Uninterrupted, blissful sleep. Six fewkin’ hours, beat that.

The moment they headed out to the car, it was a go. Pulled the blinds down, stumbled back into bed and promptly dropped dead.


Man, did it feel good or what. Granted I missed a Celtics game (another loss), skipped lunch and lost some me time, but hell. Sleep without mental expectation of Elly bawling her head off (she does this a lot these days) is just so good.

It took the rest of the day, but I’m back on track now. Cleared most of my tasks and the inbox is looking good once more, ahh.

Life is good. Funny how little things like these make one feel so refreshed.

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