Up late last night, up early this morning . . . my wife and I take Lightning to the dog beach. We get home a little after 10 . . .
When I wake up and look at the (analog) clock over the fireplace, it’s already 3 p.m. My god, I’ve slept the whole day away!
No, wait . . . the big hand is on the 3 and the little hand is on the 12. It’s only 12:15!
Back to sleep . . .