Just before the alarm went off this morning, Ragazz' started talking in his sleep. "If you have the correct trajectory, the consignment and velocity are combustible and then, well, it's just awesome. This doesn't make any sense at all, does it?" Then he rolled over, chuckled, and started snoring.

No, Honey. No it doesn't make sense, but it made me laugh really really hard.

I guess if I have to start waking up at 4:20 AM, it's best to wake up and laugh.

We had Sunday dinner on Tuesday (why not?).. Spaghetti Carbonara, with the BFF as our guest. She's a great dinner guest, because she brings Candy Cane Pie with her. I heart her.

Let's see if I remember how to work. My hope is to get through the day easily and gracefully. Ready, GO.