A rainy Thursday.

In the middle of the night, at 2:54 AM to be precise, I woke up.  I toddled off to the bathroom and then went back to bed, stunned that a certain black and white dog hadn't stolen my spot in that brief amount of time.

At 3:24 AM, I tweeted, "Wide awake in the middle of the night, listening to the falling rain."

A half-hour later, this tweet followed: "3:54 AM: The first sounds of birdsong for the day..."

For the next hour, I laid awake, listening to Hubby breathe, smiling at the tiny woofs and foot movements of Piper chasing something in her slumber, and wondering if I would get back to sleep, or if I should just get up and enjoy the quiet.

I wish I'd gotten up.

When I finally did fall back to sleep, I had the worst nightmares.  Thankfully, I don't remember much about them now, but the vividness at the time was a little too much for my liking.  And then the inevitable (and probable cause of the nightmares): I woke up with the worst, rip-roaring migraine imaginable.  A "hold onto the wall as you move because you can't really see because you're blinded by pain" kind.  So I took drugs and went back to bed and now I'm up again.  I don't have to hold onto the walls anymore (thank heavens!), but somehow I don't think I'll be running any marathons today.

Zaph, in the meantime, has decided that there is nothing wrong with me that eighteen pounds of purring Maine Coon Cat can't fix.  Not content to merely play nursemaid, he has become part of today's wardrobe, either draped around my shoulders as a stole, or sprawled across my lap like an apron.  In any case, he's determined to let me know he's here for me.  (And yes --  he's already had today's treats!)  Ah, my handsome boy.

So it's time for more drugs and then I'm going to go lie down with a book.  A friend who saw my Day Zero list (#20 -- Become an active participant in a book club) has told me about the two book clubs to which she belongs.  One of them meets tomorrow night at her place, and she has helpfully found a copy of When We Were Romans for me to read.

Catch you later, Gentle Reader!