I call Saturdays “Sleepy Saturday” because it’s the only day of the week I get to sleep in. So I did just that this morning. It’s glorious. So around 8:30 or so (I don’t get to sleep in THAT late), I turn in the bed, and it happens: a cramp in my leg. It was horrible. I trash out of bed and stand up to stretch it out. Of course, my bladder than realizes that I am awake and makes the call to nature. So I hobble to the bathroom. So I am standing there going to the bathroom, and all I can remember from that moment is “man, I don’t feel good, I wish I could lay down”. Well, next thing I know, I’m dreaming, and I’m laying down. However, when I open my eyes, all I see is the floor of my shower. Not the bed. My foot is pressed up against something hard, again, not my sheets. My ear feels like it was just stung by a wasp. That’s when I realize that I passed out. My head hit the metal door guides for the shower door. I stay there for a few moments and then crawl back to bed. Not a good way to start the day. I’m still a little out of it, and have a headache, but still ready for the Pancake Festival.