I went to bed last night around midnight-thirty. Thereafter, I slept off and on, neither soundly nor well, until I woke up, in alarm -- but not to an alarm -- at approximately 7:10. I have just enough of a cold to make it difficult and loud to breathe through my nose and just enough of a canker sore to make it excruciating to breathe through my mouth. So, after finishing all the stages of awaking (denial, bargaining, "I could take a sick day...," and acceptance), here I am. In ten minutes, I'll leave for work, and six hours after that, I'll head back here. While cleaning and straightening SHOULD take place thereafter, I'm really hoping my afternoon will involve a nap.