I let Mark put an air mattress in our room for the weekend since Brian and dad were both gone to St. Ignace, and Mark thought it felt too strange in the house with only he and I home that first night.
8am this morning, I heard giggling coming from his makeshift bed.
Without opening my eyes: What's so funny?
Mark, still giggling: It's 8 o'clock, and YOU'RE STILL SLEEPING!
Still with my eyes shut: Ah - but this is just a nap. I've already had coffee and was up at the high school at 5:30 for the pilots meeting. But we didn't fly, so now I'm napping.
Mark, no longer laughing: oh.