We went to bed. The boys where delightfully tucked in, Indie's sound machine made the room feel like we were sleeping next to a creek filled with crickets as a breeze gently rolled over us from the fan.
It was like camping in the wild yet with in a climate controlled house on a King size bed.... perfect.
I was certain hours of amazing sleep were soon to be mine.
But sadly... (enter curse words from disappointment here) they were not.
My body found a weird turbo drive of caffeine, mental creativity and eye movement causing me to watch the clock ticked slowly, painfully, annoying from 11pm, all the flipping way, minute by minute, to 5:45 am.
That's not a typo, 5:45 in the dag-gum morning!
Only to wake 50 minutes later to get ready for church.
So in the spiteful spirit of a tired grumpy old man, here's some of the more pleasant moments of my last few weeks.
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