I don’t think I’m supposed to sleep this morning.

Even though it’s Saturday, Mom and Dad are up at 6 am. I know Mom has to get going to class, but Dad’s just up. The cupboards get opened and closed. The windows get opened and the light streams in.

About 6:30 I move into the family room to see if I can make a bed for myself on the big bean bag. Before I can even lie down the window is opened and light is flooding the room. I try anyway.

Mom must be printing Moby Dick. The printer just won’t stop churning out pages.

I get text messages a little after 7.

Fine. Okay, I’m up. I’ll consider myself awake now and get started on this fine day doing nothing like every other day this week. I’m glad this was so important.

The cat threw up in the hallway. What a great day for me.

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