* Sigh. *

Well, folks, it's that time of year again. Didn't we just do this, like, last year? The time of year where he actually earns his high paying salary (snort.) The time of year where his wife painfully bites the inside of her cheek to resist nasty commenting on the hours worked...or supper's cold...or "are you coming to bed?". The time of year when his wife tries to implement a bedtime for her full grown husband. Because, you see, if he doesn't get to bed on time, then he can't get up at the crack of dawn, and when he oversleeps, then he has to bring a slew of work home and he has to stay up late to get it done, which means he goes to bed late, which means he oversleeps, which means he has to bring work home.....you get the idea. This is also the time of year when the funny dreaming starts. Joe has a reputation of having funny dreams during busy season which makes him do funny things in the middle of the night. My conclusion is that he is actually trying to work in his sleep. There was the time he was digging through the sheets looking for a fax that came in...and there was the time he was answering his phone at 2:30 am and trying to schedule meetings in his sleep. I'll keep you all posted what I get this year. I'm sure he's now going to read this and be afraid to fall asleep, which means he'll oversleep, which means he'll have to bring work home....