Finally got to bed around five. Somehow Sylvia managed to wrest me from unconsciousness around 6:30 long enough for me to understand that she was leaving for the hospital. (She’s working 7-7 in the ER today and tomorrow.) My death-like slumber was disturbed around 8:30 by the carpenters from DeNome Construction working with a SawZall and hammers and skill saw and - I assume - a jackhammer on the little piece of my skull right behind my left ear. It has been said by greater minds than mine that I could sleep through a freight train running through my living room. That always makes me think of an episode of Steven Spielberg’s old Amazing Stories show. Regardless. They are incorrect. No one can sleep through a SawZall. So I was up by 8:33 and drinking coffee. Screw this. If I have to do this, so does Jorge. Nothing like waking your best friend in LA around 7 PST. heh heh.
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