There's always Elvis

5:30 am, the phone is ringing. I try reaching across MizBubs to get it, without crushing her underneath me (having the phone on her side of the bed is stupid, I know, since I'm the only one likely to get a call in the middle of the night) and then fumble around trying to find the talk button until it stops ringing. Dang.

Now I have to get out of bed and go down and check the answering machine. No message, so I scroll through received calls and, sure enough, it's from work. I call work, and then realize that I am now wide awake, but not in a good lets-greet-the-new-morning kind of way. Crap.

At least there's Elvis. There's always Elvis.