...I was out until 4:00am.
...I went out two nights in a row.
...I was at a bonfire.
Since there was no way that I was taking a shower when I got home at 4:30am, I woke up smelling the smoke in my hair and feeling its residual effects in my throat. Oddly, though, it brought me back to adolescence, when nearly everyone's house had a fire pit and bonfires were regular occurrences in the summer and fall. It's the small things that I sometimes miss about living in a more rural land.
I think a nap is going to be on today's agenda. The kids across the alley don't seem to understand that I went to bed at 4:30am, so they were outside playing (loudly) by 9:00am.
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