My morning, to be followed by an 8-hour shift at the bookstore.

I go to bed later than I want, knowing the morning will come fast. However, hearing vomiting in the early morning hours, being awakened by my alarm, followed by a call from my boss, makes for an even less restful sleep. So, what better way to try and wake up cheerfully, than to march around the house listening to Christmas Brass playing napkin trumpets with the nephews. I must admit to being worn out now, but they are so imaginative!