Could Be Worse, Ch. 349

What a horrible night! Emma woke up twice and between that and my being such a poor sleeper, I hardly got any. We just got home from a marathon run to Target to look for, among other things, a night light (apparently the reports linking them to myopia in 1999 were flawed). We walked in and she said something cheery and I said something like "it's been kind of a difficult day, thanks for being such a good sport" and she said cheerily "It's not as bad as the Knights of the Table Round being stuck in a pit with snakes!" (We'd just read about Sir Gawaine's imprisonment in the Dolorous Tower and I'd said something at the time about how we can think of that when we start feeling sorry for ourselves. Hot damn--they do listen!) I just broke out laughing and she couldn't understand why I would express such joviality at Sir Gawaine's misfortune.