divine angst

We finally got some sleep last night.

Between waking up early every morning this weekend from the sun shining in, and the late nights staying up arguing, and our 8 am flight on Sunday, we were a little under-rested when we got home. The bed called out, “Nap on me! I’m soft and comfortable!” But we resisted, like you resist napping when you have jet lag, so that we could go to bed at a normal, if slightly early, hour and get a really solid night’s sleep.

And we did. So solid, in fact, that I’m pretty groggy today.

Of course, I can’t find my car key. I have the valet key, so I’m able to drive it, but I can’t find the real key. This is problematic. I just hope it’s not also indicative of the kind of day I’m going to have.

As long as no one asks me if I’ve got a case of “the Mondays” I think I’ll make it.