huh, what, oh. (He slaps the alarm, again.)
Rest well, my friend.
Nah, meant for you good folks. I was here at zero-dark thirty. But, thanks, anyway.
Brother, I can sooo relate to that feeling!!
My one day to truly sleep past rooster is Sunday morning...but even then the wife kicks me and reminds me it's the Lord's day and to dress for church. I always reply, "Yes, Dear."
Then roll back over....
Thanks, my new friend.