Archive for March, 2007

Where’s Devon

I woke up this morning, late by most standards, after my third night of insomnia. I looked at the clock through dry, scratchy eyes and wondered why I was still in bed at 7:30 a.m. Oh, the time change. It’s really 6:30. Okay, so not really, but you know what I mean.

I then bustled out of bed to find some coffee. Okay, again, not so much bustled as limped for the first 20 feet while my age old muscles uncrimped from lack of use through the night.

Did I mention that getting old is a royal pain? Really. Think about that while I go find the ibuprophen. Read the rest of this entry »