In the aforesaid condition, mildly hung over from Sailor Jerry’s…

I had to take Jane in for her mandated endoscopy: it took forever–and somebody had to be there to drive her home because of the sedation.

So I walk in when it’s over, and she’s semi-awake. Asked me more than once “What time is it?”

If you don’t know how funny that is, there’s a book you should read.