It's hard to know anything when nothing has happened yet. It's early for me, that is. I've been up since 4:30, as opposed to my usual 8:00 arousal. Lloyd woke up and went into his own bed from Rachel's and needed his pillows carried over. She slept at papa's house because grandma is going on vacation later today and won't have them this weekend. I decided to stay up to get some homework finished. I figured that with both boys sick I might get some downtime today to rest.

Last night at work a frumpy old couple of guys, under the appropriate name "Harold," ordered two spaghettis without salads. It was my pleasure to serve them their meal, which went along with a bizarre night in general. The men asked if they could sit in the back and would I help them move. I told them yeah but that there was no back. They had their sights on a table just a few away. Fine. I helped carry their three cups of water apiece and was on my way. I come to find out from the owner of the place and her grandsons, sitting in the middle of the room, that one of the guys helped himself to a piece of their pizza. Then he put it in his pocket! When confronted by a grandson, he said he thought it was leftovers. His buddy reprimanded him for taking a piece of a stranger's pizza, like a comedy bit. Moving to the back of the room was more comfortable for them, I learned, because the owner and her family were staring at the guys ... in disbelief, I imagine.