i'm not sure what to call dinner or breakfast anymore.
i just finished an unbelievable 36 hours (yardwork 5, work-work 11, sleep 1, kitchen duty at the field 3, sleep 1, housework 2, baseball practice 3, sleep 3, work 7), and now i'm at a diner getting a hot open turkey, home fries, and a salad.
but now i get to sleep 5, and then since dw is threatening divorce if i spend any more time playing baseball, i'm taking her and my boy to a poconos outlet mall to shop, then out for bbq for dinner.
or whatever.
i have no idea what day it is.