What?

Truly, I asked Tom the time just now, thinking it was around 10:30. No, 9:02. Oliver was up from 4:15-5a, and I’m pooped. And now I’m realizing that we still have nearly 10 hours left. As well, Percy just came to snuggle with me and promptly blew his nose in my face. Blech! And you guessed it, it’s raining.