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Laurier almost fell into the toilet bowl this morning about 4, and between my dreams and the resultant freaked cat, I couldn't get back to sleep. I drifted in and out until 5, and then spent the next 40 minutes thinking too hard about the children from my dream.

I blame Dawn, from that story I rec'ed last night. I had twin fourteen-year olds, and we were dealing with some random teenage angst, and I just loved them so much. It was something of a shock this morning to realize that, no, I don't have children, just cats. Even if I had told them that they were easier to deal with than cats, and of course I loved them more than Hobbes.

So I got up at O-Dark-Forty and walked about two miles up and down the trail.