Five A.M. on a saturday morning, all I wanted was to go back to bed for maybe half an hour. The baby was playing in his crib, and I thought hey, hey, maybe I could go lay down, maybe I could have some normal life again.

Instead I took a forty minute shower while Manfried kindly cleaned everything up. The pee, lucky him, had entirely missed his side of the bed, so he slept through the whole shebang of the dog having her little accident right where I sleep.

In related news, anyone want some cats or dogs? Only slightly trash, feel free to fetch from the dumpster where I’m leaving them any time.