Middle of the Night
I was downstairs making myself some breakfast around 5:30 this morning before leaving for work, when Greg groggily wandered down and asked me what I was doing. He thought it was the middle of the night and that I was just restless and came downstairs for a snack. So he was just checking up on me to make sure I was okay. Ain’t he a sweetie?
Well, he was right on one count. 5:30 a.m. really does feel like the middle of the night.