Woe is Me and Stupid Boy

I'm having a hard time concentrating on anything today. I had hockey out of town last night and didn't climb into bed until after midnight. I knew I wasn't going to sleep anyways, but W.'s trip from hell to work last night didn't help any. Poor guy was stuck on the highway for almost 5 hours because of an accident in front of him, and because the road crews couldn't get it together to get some gravel down, or the snow plowed or anything. So, once he got out of there and was kind of able to turn around, rather than driving back and going the other way, he decided to take some old logging roads and hope that he came out at work. So it's the middle of the night, his cell phone is dead and he's driving around the snowy bush in his CAR. I was worried to say the least. He didn't make it to work until almost 2 am. That's when I finally go to relax and go to sleep. And that made getting up at 6:30 am pretty darn hard. I've been head achy and tired all day, and there's more hockey watching tonight, so I don't even get to don the comfy pants and hop in the recliner for the evening. Poor Me.