Inevitably, it had to happen

that at 5’ish in the morn­ing I felt a steady, unyeild­ing pres­sure at my back caus­ing me to roll out of bed won­der­ing just what was hap­pen­ing, only to find Scar­lett and Mac, com­fort­ably spread out, snooz­ing unper­turbed­ly. I stum­ble down­stairs to find Jenn sip­ping cof­fee and look­ing back in dis­be­lief that our bed has been word­less­ly and silent­ly co-opt­ed in a night-time oper­a­tion wor­thy of Team 6.

sun­day 1:29pm cmt bgky