I say this in an act of complete contrition because Rachel was having birthday brunch today at 1, and I got up around 11 or so, looked out the window, saw that the cars on the street below had been turned into giant marshmallows, noticed there were no footprints outside anywhere besides my own from coming in last night, and even though there was no confirmation of such, realized nobody in their right mind would be going outside at this time. So I switched off the alarm and rolled back over in bed, disrupting one cat in the process, and said "Well maybe I'll get another hour's sleep and see if things are still going on."
Oh hello 3:00. One cat has draped itself over my ankle while the other cat contentedly snoozes in the crook of my knee. And I've missed John Harvards brunch thing.
So now I feel like a dork for missing the brunch. I am very sorry. I am sure it would have been lots of fun and beer would have been drunk and stuff. Yeah. And stuff.