a sleepless night full of tossing and turning, and little cat digging at the covers most of the night, obsessively-compulsively torn between sleeping under the quilt or pouncing at my extremities while on top of the quilt.
up at 6 a.m. with henry, who decides to eat only half the breakfast i make for him.
an attempt at 30 more minutes of sleep, which is thwarted by an increasingly scratchy and sore throat. (no no no no no. scratchy sore throat: you MUST go away!)
up at 7:20 with harper, who decided to make her own breakfast and in the process got bagel crumbs all over the pantry floor and island.
take hot tea out on the side porch to wait for the bus with her, while she pretends to be a frightened bunny ...
and then she's a friendly bunny ...
at which point the big cat jumps up on my desk.
and lands in the bowl of cereal.
and milk spills on everything and splatters everywhere.
which leads to me completely cleaning my desk and most everything on it and the wall behind it.
then wiping up the floor where i threw the cat and his milky paws.
and now it's 8:59 a.m.
perhaps it's time to go back to bed for an hour and then try again.