sinisterporpoise

I succumbed to napativity at around 8 p.m. tonight.  Four hours later, I woke up, only to find that my roommate had also gone to sleep, and apparently had woke up a few minutes before I did. I have to wonder if our circadian rhythms have synchronized for some strange reason.  At least it was not her waking up about the same time I am in the shower.

This Saturday promises to be a busy day.  I must wake up earlier than usual and prepare chicken pot pie for the pot luck meal today.  It'll be nice to spend some time in the woods, even if it is the slightly sanitized version of a county park.  I'm not sure how the roommate feels about being drug along to this particular activity, but she agreed to it after I described nearly getting into an accident in her Crown Victoria because the surgical shoes made it hard for me to not put my foot on the accelerator and the brake at the same time. After she heard this story, she informed me that I wasn't driving until I stop wearing the surgical shoes.

Now I just need for the tired feeling to come over me yet again so I can go back to sleep and be prepared for tomorrow morning.