There’s nothing like getting a wrong-number call at 2:30 in the morning to ruin your sleep. Throw that in with trying to negotiate a deal for a house with a certifiably crazy home-owner. Then toss in Hayes waking up for absolutely no reason what-so-ever and bawling until Jen went in. 3 Times. So, basically from 2:30 on I got 2 hours of sleep. And that was only because I have a wonderful wife who took pitty on her poor sleep deprived complaining wimp of a husband and let him sleep from 6-8am.

Worse still, this is the second night I have gotten no sleep. Though, admittedly, the Sunday night was entirely my fault. I just got into that thinking about everything mode and then had a dream about our cat and a carp fighting on the carpet with the carp ultimately killing the cat. Disturbing.

Better luck tonight? Let’s hope so.