Today we meet mom and sister for brunch (possibly accompanied by Karen, who crashed at our place last night after coming down to the city for another event) at Toast. Then Kev and I come back here to work while they toddle around the city.
Now I'm just waiting for Karen to wake up. Wake up, Karen, wake up! Maybe if I go eat some leftover curry, that'll wake her up. The sound of all the curry being eaten, leaving none for you -- surely that's a sound to drag you from sleep, with wailing and gnashing of teeth.
See, if you’d just peeked your head in the door to check on me, you would’ve seen that I was actually up already, sitting in your bathtub reading the New Yorker…
Well, but I can tell from the window that the light in the room hadn’t been turned on; that generally serves as sufficient indicator whether my guests are up. Ah well. Some guests are sneakier than others.