Thursday night was a bad night for AT. Daisy woke up barking at nothing around 2:30 am, and AT says that I deigned to speak twice in my sleep: once to say "Just the thought of being in the French Quarter makes me want to take a shower; seriously" and again to simply declare "more coochie". I don't remember any dreams.
Last night was a bad night for Yrs Trly, during which I started an upgrade of the BlueNC software that has since spiraled into disaster, and which I expect to be working on for some hours to come. :)
No, wait:
:(
sg has been sleeping just fine.
