It was difficult to find time to sleep.
Sounds like the opening of someone's new book? Maybe, but it is not. It is a description of my last few days. Since I woke up around 6 a.m. last Tuesday to get on my way to Palma it's been hell to find time to sleep. The flipside: I've had a heck of a time. Palma first -no fun, all work- then Mamen's visit -walking, tourism, light drinking and lots of English breakfasts- and then Kiko decides to show up at the same time. Kiko's a bundle of energy and a spounge when it comes to being near whisky. The first night, Sunday, was a clear sign. Luckily I could park him for a couple of days and this morning I can announce I have been able to sleep, for the first time in a week, more than 4 hours. Hurra!

