The whole sleep thing? That didn’t work out too well. Apparently the city got wind of my notion of power napping on the couch and decided it would be a good time to tear up the street in front of my house. It went on for hours – sounded like the whole house was inside a cement mixer. Then, in the middle of the night, some critter – a mouse? a bat? an evil clown? a telltale heart? – got up under the floorboards of my bedroom and started SKRITCH SKRITCH SKRITCH-ing. Real loud. I had to get out of bed and jump up and down on the floor to scare it away. Maury was snoring away, no help at all.

So – a little irritable this morning. Here’s a happy link: Penguin Baseball