In the wee hours of the morning, when I have had scant sleep and am feeling particularly silly instead of vengeful against the world, strange thoughts pop into my head. This morning, when I stepped out of the shower, toweled off and looked at my toothbrush clock, it read 3:16 and I thought, “That guy John would be proud.”
Unbelievably funny to sleep-deprived me: Yes.
Need to be shared with the world: Probably not, which is why it’s going on my blog.
Have a merry morning.