I can't sleep in anymore. I wake up naturally sometime between 3:30 - 4, regardless of when I actually need to be up. I didn't think that would be a problem until I stayed up for new years, dropping off to bed at 12:30 (what, you think I went out?) and waking up at 3:30.
At least I didn't have work. I still went to the gym, grateful that it opened late. My compulsion to be there when it opens would have ruined me.
Our yearly tradition of doing fireworks on NYE was made pleasant with the warmer weather, and more fun because we had so much extra. We get them for July 4, but my two older boys were at camp that week, and half of my remaining kids had fallen asleep by the time it got dark. My daughter isn't as excited by them, so we cut it short and told ourselves that new years was going to be big.
It was. Took us a good long while to get through them all, and we weren't even cold. In fact, when I was on my way to the shed to get some setup supplies, I spotted this in the yard:
He wasn't alone, but it's certainly unseasonable.
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