10:30a.m.

Slept til 10:30 this morning. Don't hate me. It was after midnight when we got in from the rodeo at U.T.-Martin and the bedroom window was up, so the air was cool and the sound of rain kept falling.

So he says to me "You're not talking very much."
I said, "I'm not a morning person."
He said, "It's 10:30a.m."

OK. It's the philosophy, the concept, not the actual time. geeesh.