it's always naptime

The clock stopped—battery, but why replace before winter?—so now it's always quarter of naptime. Which is just as well, because a major blow is expected by the end of the week. Some folks, like my high school friend Jamie (and apparently all other prospective diners), were wise enough to clear out. Me? Oh no! I need to suffer some before my departure.

1 comment :

Ivy said...

OMG. Jamie! We three hung out several times back in the day. Does she remember me? Hi, Jamie!