We never realize how much we are creatures of habit until something in the normal routine changes and we’re forced to take notice. By virtue of our overlapping schedules, Bill always gets up a half hour before me. I’ve found (and he’s often told me) that his quiet noise does more to wake me up than my alarm clock. (As witness the four or five times I always end up hitting the snooze button.) Well, they’re doing inventory at Tower this week, so he had to go in early. Out the door at 6:00 AM early.

Getting up and ready for the day in a completely quiet house was… odd. Generally, the only times my mornings are this quiet are on saturdays, when he works and I sleep in. Of course, the cats were of no help. It probably looked like a weekend to them, so by the time my alarm had gone off twice, they were curled up on either side of me, doing their best to purr me into a fit of narcolepsy.

Vivarin - the cure for evil kitty sleep hypnosis.