No kidding!

Maybe it’s the lack of sleep.

Or school being in session here at Wildwood.

Or just everything.

But I think my boy Hawkeye said it perfectly.

I was waking him up one morning recently.

He was stretching, fighting the idea of the day’s beginning.

He yawned. Rolled over. Pulled the blanket over his head. Pulled it back off.

Looked at me through half-opened, sleepier than you can imagine eyes and asked,

“What in the world happened to yesterday?”