On the weekends, I wake up at normal time. Normal time is a quarter of six. If I don’t, then it becomes that much harder to get up at all on schedule.

In these, I’ll just lie here. I’ll be forcibly cuddled by a sleeping Audra (who talks in her sleep). The cats, one at a time, will curl up and snuggle. I can even watch the dawn rising, from under the covers.

I am awake, but it could be worse.