The pull of the bed was so strong, it actually compelled Mister Man and I to leave before the night was over. This, in part, is due to the fact that our next volunteer shift starts at 8 a.m. And the fact that we're not 21 anymore.
On our way out of the park,my friend Ana offered up a pithy observation for today's epiphany. When a friend of hers was dropping by her place, she prefaced the visit with an apology. "You'll have to excuse the state of my home. It's an unmitigated disaster". And that led her to wonder.... what would a mitigated disaster look like?
Nighty night from your bleary eyed blogger. (and thanks Ana!!)