I'm not a night person. I'm more likely half-asleep around 9:30 pm, which allows me to get up whenever Merlin starts barking in the morning and let him and Varda out for a day of chowing down on socks and daisies. The challenge is that I'm also the most likely to be the recipient of "My alarm goes off in five minutes, okay?" This is usually accompanied by a groan and slow motion sort of crocodile death roll involving rewinding the offended sleeper in light-combating layers of sheets.
It's Saturday, so this is going to be a short post. Must cage the tomatoes and tie up the peas before chaos takes the garden.