|Gus, "Flooding shmuding my foot!"|
|Charlie, "Ya don't wanna make the little guy mad - ya know what I mean?"|
|Gus, "The degradation or interruption of dinner salad services will not be tolerated!"|
Good evening, Everybun!
It's amazing how a little sleep can improve the damage assessment of a leaky wall. All of a sudden, the leaky wall is not THAT long, and it won't be that hard to fix it. Anyway, it doesn't have to get done all at once and right THIS minute.
Our room went back to "normal," the salads showed up on time, and the overall mood brightened. My hoomin even busted out to the beach before sunrise to catch the passing front.
And surprise - surprise - even those horrid flashcards for the "Fundamentals of Instruction" moved along.
What a funny thing, this sleep stuff. Of course, we know it, but does the hoomin ever listen?
Good night and good luck!
PS: I stayed home - didn't feel like tangling with the seagulls.