Scratchy

Early morning. I have the beginnings of a cold. Am taking Zicam. I have a bad sounding cough.
Last night was a bad nights sleep. Monk decided there was something to be hunted in the air. Only he could see what he was looking at but it entailed sitting on the bed beside me, purring loudly and occassionally standing on me to get closer while meowing strangely.
He has pointy needle paws.
So I brought my covers into the sewing room, because it has a door. A few minutes later, David dragged my mattress into the room. Though he didn't bring his own. We are sleeping on two twin sized beds right now.
Oh well.
It made me start daydreaming about the new house which needs doors hung on several closets and the master bedroom. Then I began thinking about all the different little things that need doing.
I did get to sleep after a while.
David stayed awake.
Monk and Arrow would much prefer that we become nocturnal.
Now I need to go back to sleep.