Sam is overworked.

In this post: Just come home already.

It’s almost 5 a.m. here. I just woke up for my middle-of-the-night senior citizen bathroom adventure and discovered that Sam isn’t home from work yet! I called his office (no answer, which is very weird) and then his cell phone, which is when I find out that Sam is jogging across downtown Dallas on foot trying to deliver a hard-copy document proof to a client who’s staying at the Ritz. AT FIVE IN THE MORNING, PEOPLE. He was out of breath, his legs are hurting, he’s crabby and he’s exhausted.

I’ll just stay awake and horse around with the Howdygram until Sam gets home. Now that I know how tired he is I don’t think I could fall asleep again, anyway. Holy crap.