When Is a Mom Not a Guest?

When she's visiting her daughter overnight!

This agency job is so intense that there's no point in driving home for an hour at 10 PM only to return downtown early the next morning. Instead, I drove six and a half minutes (I must have hit a red light) to Elisabeth's house, where I'll spend the night, take her out for breakfast, and head back to work early tomorrow morning.

So it's dinner (I brought leftovers from the dinner that I ordered for the team, but which didn't get delivered for two hours because the Police concert nearby completely stopped traffic!), shower, e-mail check & blog post and then...

...zzzzzzzzz!