After having gone 2 days with a total of 7 hrs of light sleep, I *finally* rested really, really well last night. Unfortunately(?), it was the influence of an allergy pill. At any rate, Sophie did wake me about 4am:
"Momma wakez uppiez and playz!"
"No. I don't feel well."
"'K I'll playz by myself!" and off in the floor she went. 15min later--right as I was beginning to fall back asleep--she hurled herself full force onto my chest. "Betcha yer awakiez now, huh?"
She spent the rest of the night in bunny jail.

I finally drug myself out of bed around 10:15, went to the kitchen to make tea and....stepped in cold hairball....

I guess it's true: Some days you step in it, some days you don't....