Apparently I was not supposed to sleep past 1:30 this morning.
Now I'm up for a long 12 hour shift.
Apparently The Garden of Egan had an ill wind blow through the corn.
It's laid flat.
Apparently Mrs Egan is completely unaware that her crockpot lid is not oven proof.
Neither was the plastic handle.
Apparently the family was not supposed to eat the Cafe Rio Pork that was in this crockpot.
Apparently Mrs Egan has also cut her own hair again.
Once again, she should not have.
Apparently Mrs. Egan needs Mr. Egan home.
He is the voice of reason in my apparent unreasonableness.
(Quite possibly I should not be allowed to administer life saving medications today.)