I try to take the week between Christmas and New Year's off from work. I usually end up having to go into work at least one day and have to get up early on another to put out the trash. Other than that, I fantasize that I'll be able to sleep late.
I'm not sure why, but Sam sleeps late on the days I have to get up early and gets up early on the days the days I could sleep late. On the days he gets up early, he wakes me up by standing at the side of my bed with his face about six inches from mine, staring at me, waiting for me to get up. I have no clue how I know he's there or why this works, but it does. I blink my eyes open and there he is, ready to go downstairs.
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