(no subject)
A few days ago my sleep schedule got blown completely out of the water and I'm now on some weird 2am to 11 am sleep pattern. Not good but I'm not going to worry too much about until after Christmas. In the meantime, though, it meant I was still fast asleep when Don made arrangements for the Terminax guy to come and inspect since three houses surrounding us were tented in the last three months. He woke me by grabbing my feet. Once I stopped swinging, he told me that the guy was coming for the inspection in an hour and I might want to get up and get dressed.