ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...

That's not me sleeping. It's my son. And he's damn good at it. Going to bed in the wee small hours of the morning and sleeping until late afternoon is his specialty. And it's getting old. Not sure what to do about it, but something has to happen. I realize that he's an addict, and that his recovery is affecting his system. But things are getting ridiculous. He's starting school in a week or so and I don't see how he's going to pull it off. Here's hoping a miracle comes our way soon. Maybe that miracle can bring a job with it, too. Because my kid could use one. Hey... At least he's alive, right?