I think that Bunni and I are at the point where we are both so tired that we can see through time. Fortunately, I have a coping strategy (other than cold showers and Lush shower gels, of course): As I watch the sky lighten and the sun move in, I'm going to pretend that Lloyd and I are flying to Heathrow, and I am waking up from a groggy and uncomfortable sleep to see the sun in the distance, knowing that that means we're less than two hours away from landing.
Of course, to fulfill this whole fantasy, I'd have to drink a cup of bad coffee and eat one of those icky Otis Spunkmeyer blueberry muffins. I don't think we need to go that far.
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