Anyway. J spent the weekend helping our nephew put a new roof on his house, and he was still quite worn out yesterday evening. We sat there drooping in the living room, marinating in our misery, and I said "I think the level of self pity in this house is at a 7." Last night, Boo came into our room at 3:00 (so I guess it was actually this morning, wasn't it?) and said she couldn't sleep. When I left for work, she complained that she was tired and had a headache. So tonight, I think our household self pity level will go up a couple of notches.