It's 7:30am...

It's 7:30 in the morning an I'm up and about, Mike woke me for a PB&J sandwich. After two days of not eating can you blame him? I'd probably kill for one by then. I hate being tired, it's the most annoying thing I can think of, yawning all the time. I can hear the dog wandering around in her crate in the bed room. She's probably wondering when I'll come get her and taker her out side. Cam is still in bed, not yet awake to face the new day, or awake to take Mike to school.

Sleepy...