J. and L. wake me with various strategies. L., affection. J., hitting me in the head with a pillow. I am unmoved by either as I really want some rest. Go get bagels, yes, eating is good.
Stan wakes me inside the hour. Somehow I failed to answer the door. He got in somehow, good. He and Jim and Melanie. Alan followed shortly thereafter. Arrived with J. and L. actually if memory serves. It rarely does. So I'll make it up from what little glimmer remains. He must have driven for the bagels. I think there's a logical/temporal discrepency with that theory but I'll leave it, leave it as given.
J. had done a fine job of packing.