Last night, Griff woke up at 1am, 3am, and 4am. At around 4:30am Jag got an emergency call from work and I dragged poor still-crying Griff to our bed. Griff woke us up at 6:20 all happy, babbling and raring to go. Jag went outside around 7:30 to find no Sunday newspaper, but that several of the neighbors’ mailboxes had been smashed or knocked over (not by a car sliding into them, by some idiot redneck teenagers with a baseball bat, most likely).

If I hadn’t had this to look at while making breakfast, I might have been in a really bad mood this morning.