OK it's just after six in the freaking morning and I've been up for half an hour. I've already had time for a cup of coffee with hot cocoa and whip cream to see if I couldn't get an extra dose of wake up this morning and a raisin swirl bagel with cream cheese just because I wanted it. I can't stand mornings, not really sure what I have against them unless it's the fact that I'm tired and it's cold out. Theresa was up in the middle of the night crying, sort of. When I went to find out what was wrong, her blankets were how she wanted them. That means they'd come off of here and ended up in a nice little ball, she was cold and she was mad about it. I don't blame her, I get mad when I'm cold too. I got her covered back up and she went right back to laying down quietly until she could get back to sleep. I know she was quiet because I had trouble getting to sleep after that; I was afraid she'd wake up cold again and I wouldn't hear here....