There's nothing like going to bed at 1:00am on Sunday night after a weekend out-of-town, KNOWING that you need to get up at 6:00am, and proceeding to wake up EVERY HOUR ON THE HOUR until the alarm goes off at zero.five.hundred.thirty.hours.
Your ever-patient Squeeze, rubbing a shoulder blade.
"Hey, it's going to be okay."
"No, it's not," you snarl back...
More to come soonish.
