I am just not an early bird.
Day two of the 7am - 3pm training. I get home and I am cranky. Get in a tiff with The Boy for something he did to me last night.
I remember him coming into my room and talking to me. I also vaguely remember trying to strangle him, but it appears he got away.
"What the hell did you wake me up for last night?"
"I came in to tell you that you left your coffee on the counter and microwaved the sugar bowl." (He is my straight man, we really should go on the road.)
I really don't give a shit if I catch the worm. I may not survive this day shift.