I wasn't the pumpkin this time.

Vin and I were all geared up with goodies of food and drink last night, ready to Rummy in the new year. Now, the running joke has been that I turn into a pumpkin at the stroke of 9 o'clock.  My internal clock sees darkness and immediately I just want to crawl into bed and sleep. I sleep alot.

But last night, however, after eating turkey, cheese and wine it was Vin, the Insomniac who crashed before 9 o'clock last night! I know! I watched TV and read until I fell asleep somewhere around 10:30 to 11 o'clock.

But then, at the stroke of midnight, someone in the back field set off MORTARS and lit the sky up with SCUD missiles. It only lasted until 12:15 and then, we were back fast asleep.

Happy Recovery Day New Year!