Everything was going so nicely yesterday. Watched the last episode of Crowned, which was so pointless that I have already forgot who won. Got home and watched the end of A Few Good Men with Anne, "You can't handle the truth" is always quoted, but I also like "Galactically stupid".
But by bedtime, I could not sleep, despite needing to be up at 4am. I tossed and turned and dreamed of waking up late, then the cat got under the covers and that kicked off my allergies.
As a result I've had 3 piss poor hours of sleep. Now I have to venture out into the cold for a day trip to Charlotte, North Carolina.
Logan by 5am, meeting at 10am, fly home in the afternoon.