It’s 9:30 am and the cherubs have yet to rise.

I’m currently hiding under the covers in bed, afraid to breathe too heavily, least I break the magical spell that has been cast upon DRY Ink headquarters.

Sure I’ve missed the temple session I was planning on attending. But people, the cherubs, they are asleep, at 9:30! Surely God is already communing with me. Or at least smiling on me. Right?

Maybe, if I’m quiet and still enough, they won’t find me when the do wake up.

Now just keep it down and keep thinking happy thoughts . . .