The waxing moon is spilling its light all over my bed. It has stubbornly positioned itself right above my skylight and refuses to budge. Charlie, my new kitten, is vigorously trying to whip a pen into shape by batting it all around my bedroom. I don't have the heart to banish him back to his little nursery, the bathroom. Sophie is contentedly lying on her bed dozing. Who knows where Max is. And the one other human in my house, Sweet Caroline, is snug in her bed and hopefully dreaming of dancing sugarplums.
I want to go to sleep, but I am wide awake. Tomorrow is going to be a challenge.