Holy cow.

I’ve been up at 3 a.m. for the past three mornings.

Chris warned me this would happen.

On our flight from New York to Denver, he tried to wake me up and apparently I growled at him.  Like an angry African cat.  I grrr’d and said, “Don’t wake me up.  I’ll sleep if I want!”  And then I promptly fell limp in my seat.  And that was that.  The deed was done.  I slept for three hours on that flight–which in my mind was making up for the 12 hours I didn’t sleep from Paris to New York.

Dianne picked us up from the airport and we drove to her house to retrieve some things we left there for safe-keeping.  She gave us a Tupperware bowl full of pasta and when we got home, we sat on the sofa and ate it and then BAM, I was in bed.  At 3:02 a.m., I was wiiiide awake.

This morning when I woke up at that ungodly hour I decided to make corn muffins.  They were delicious.  When Chris wandered into the living room at half past five, I offered him one.  He sleepily said he’d have some cereal.

Unfortunately, after the corn muffin making and eating, I had to wash the dishes.  By hand.

When we got home we realized our dishwasher decided to take a vacation as well and had not drained from its last cycle and none of the digital buttons on the front panel worked.

A really swell guy named Randy came to fix it this morning and now, that darling Kenmore appliance is up and running.  Boy do I appreciate a dishwasher.  In turn, I now really appreciate Randy.

And this was my favorite news this week.