I am wearing two variations of plaid.
I have no idea how much I slept last night.
A maximum of seven hours, but I believe it may have been far less than that amount.
I have sleeping issues.
I don't do well with heights, either.
Colin woke me to shovel.
Contemplate for a moment the experience of being (violently) shaken awake so that you can immediately lift amounts of snow with an over-exagerated plastic spoon.
With a wooden handle.
How good could this day possibly be?
Marie is in town.
So, possibly quite good.
If she's on.
I'm not on.
Because I have no idea how much I slept last night.
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