some mornings...

by Hilla Duka


... are just harder than others. Jonathan couldn't stay awake this morning, he fell asleep at the kitchen table. I can hardly stay awake myself, even though it's half four in the afternoon. But tonight our office is lending space to the vim meetup, which means I need to stay at work until late... 


Oh well, at least I know that this little man will get to crawl up in bed in a few hours, only to be woken again by me at half six in the morning tomorrow!


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