There’s somethin’ about the first day of the year that reminds me of every single time we have a rainy do-nothing day. Okay, okay, I guess we should give all them party-into-the-wee-hours-of-the-morning people a break since they have to make up for the hours of sleep they lost the previous night one way or another. Watching somebody fall asleep at the dining room table is just too funny, though.

And yeah, someone in my household is currently doing that. My brother has collapsed on his end of the table, in front of his computer. I’m not sure he’s even aware he keeps kicking the table, but I’m glad he’s not snoring, at least. Yet.

The moral of this story is to try to find a couch if you know yer tired. Feeling the table shake every time the sleeper’s foot connects with one of the table legs earns him a Look because suddenly I’ve got a scrawl of ink in some unintended spot in my notebook. (’Sides, ain’t the couch more comfortable than the table anyways?)