3.5 is the magic number!
Yet again, Ange and I got exactly that last night- We could'a gotten more sleep, but giggling over our love for yoga, making out and enemas won us over, let alone that art of springing forward. Oh Joy, I am not tired anymore. In fact, bike strolls and long walks on the beach fill my time as available. It's amazing what I can get used to, so long as my system is clean.
We're heading to the Russian spa, and perhaps that'll sleepify our bods, which btw, aren't sore anymore either.
Yabbba Dabba Do