I (and most of my neighborhood) were blasted out of bed this morning.
I was woken by:
A. Phone call from a deranged patient.
B. Phone call from a frantic ER doc.
C. Phone call from a bored nurse.
D. My 8-year-old son Craig, who for whatever reason thought it would be funny to turn on his CD player in the middle of the night, playing "YMCA" at full volume.
(If you guessed "D", congratulations! And I had no idea Mrs. Grumpy and the neighbors even read this).
It's fun to stay at the...