We’re surviving Carnival thanks to earplugs. With these in, a pillow over my head, the Hella fan on high, and all the hatches and windows closed, we find we can sleep through the worst of it. Though last nigh, Michael (who eschews the pillow over his head routine) woke to what he said was quality music. Too bad it was at 1 AM. He finally took his earplugs out at 1:30 so that he could listen, and then stayed up for an hour. I’m not at all sorry to have missed the program, thank you very much.
Today, it’s back to the dermatologist for a mole removal in a sensitive spot. Oh, well, this too shall pass.
