Well, Harry was not good during the night. He was nervous so he kept making sure I was aware he was there. All. Night. Long. So I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep. And he had a problem figuring out whose bed was whose.
Revenge this morning was to take him on my morning run of sixteen kilometers. He was fine for the first six, but then he started falling behind. Eventually, at around eight kilometers, I had to abandon the group and make my own way back. I took as many shortcuts as possible and got back to the start about ten minutes after them.
So you would think he would be tuckered out for the rest of the day. But no. A few hours later and he has all the energy back and is begging for attention. Meanwhile, I’m dealing with an astonishing lack of sleep.