As I type, it’s about 9C outside. [Roughly 48F, lazy Americans.] If you know me, you know that I like it cold and had my bedroom windows open last night and a fan pulling in the cool from outside. Glorious. I slept like a log [mainly because it was cold anywhere I wasn't, so tossing and turning was kept to a minimum], and for a good nine hours. That hasn’t happened in about six weeks.
‘Tis Friday. Only four working days until this wonderful RFP is due. 
Hoping not to work the weekend…
I hate you and your great night’s sleep. My screaming alarm clock went off at 4:45 A.M.
I was going to comment that it’s good that you don’t live in a house with Eli. Although, my own sleep has never been interrupted by him, I’ve heard stories…
Well, it’s the only good night’s sleep I’ve had in six weeks. I’ve been doing more like 5.5 or 6 hours of fitful sleep.
[Mainly because I just don't sleep well at all.]
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