This is a night (or morning?) of irony.
Or is it tragedy?
I’ll go with irony. It doesn’t feel tragic. But for the first time in Coach Daddy history, I’ve begun my Go Ask Daddy (once known as 5 for Friday, Go Ask Daddy) at 12:02 a.m. On Friday.
I’d have worked ahead, if it weren’t for Elise’s term paper. She had four pages of rough draft due Friday, and needed my laptop to do it. So I slept on the couch while she worked.