Ray is sleeping better in the morning lately. For the last few days, he's been sleeping until 7am, which is unprecendented and is great for him. He's much less tired and cranky during the day, according to Amy. The only problem is that I recently adjusted my work schedule and need to leave the house by 6:15.
It's amazing how much noise simple tasks can make when you're trying to be quiet. Brushing teeth sounds like scubbing gravel with power washer. Every squeak of the floor sounds like the whole house is falling down. And forget about showering. I might join the health club here on campus just to be able to shower in the morning. Oh, and maybe to work my sorry-ass into shape again.
I feel like someone in a heist movie trying to evade the motion sensors and sweeping laser beam security system just getting out of my house. Actually, I should treat it like a game and pretend I really am trying to abscond with the jewels. Except we have no jewels.
We really need to have a bathroom put in the basement, but I don't have a spare $10K lying around just now. But, maybe if I can fence the stolen jewels, I'll make enough.... Oh wait.