I am hungry. I usually wait for S to eat breakfast. However, it is 9:20 and she's still asleep. My stomach is growling. I need to surgically remove my butt from this chair and get some cereal.
For those of you worried, she has made a few sleep sounds, so I know she's alive up there.
Also, for those of you worried about more important matters, we do have Guinness in the fridge to celebrate St. Patty's Day.