A Bad Country Song Entitled: Another Sleepless Night.

So last night the hubster comes to bed about 11:15– I’m already upstairs with the ice bag, still working on the WIP, and he says, “I have to get up real early, like 5:50, to get Jake out for a walk and make it to my meeting in Oakland on time.”

And I’m like– “Seriously? It’s still dark at 5:50 (especially now that daylight savings time has begun) and Jake will be asleep.”

And he’s like– “But I gotta because you can’t walk him.”

We kind of went back and forth like that, with me saying I’m taking...