A quick snapshot of my saturday morning.
I'm sitting at my computer with a delicious coffee, feeling quite good since I went to bed early to aid in fighting off the cold I felt coming on.
From Jono's room emanates a looping fifteen-second bit of a bunch of male voices singing some kind of sombre music. Clearly he fell asleep watching a DVD and now the main menu is looping.
From Daniel's room comes the sound of his alarm clock buzzing merrily away to itself. It has turned off and started again twice so far, each time having clearly buzzed until the built-in cutoff point.
In the lounge room all is silent save for the wierd little whoofing noises escaping the sleeping felix, who appears to currently be chasing small fuzzy animals in his sleep, going by the snarl and twitching legs.
Saturdy mornings at The Bunker are quite restful.