Danica was a little fussy last night. The usual routine. I was sitting on my chair, patting her back. She was settling. Graeme was playing guitar. Jaska was eating crumbs under the table. I think it was a little after 11:00. I closed my eyes… just for a minute. Never would I have imagined I could have slept so soundly on that chair. I woke up staring across the room at the glowing green lights on the stove clock. “1:53”? I blinked. Once. Twice. Still 1:53. The house was silent. And suddenly I was terribly upset. I felt like a three year old. It was something so silly to feel so upset about, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to sleep on the chair until 1:53. Well, I put Danica in bed, and perhaps this was my error – I brushed my teeth. I was awake. Wide awake. Just slept two hours awake! Which gave me more time to lie there thinking about how upset I was for sleeping in the chair. On the other hand, had I not brushed my teeth, I think I was awake enough already to lie there thinking that I should have brushed my teeth, and how upset I was. Ah well. I’m laughing at myself about it today.