I'm up early. Had a dream that I was running a marathon. The course was a large, somewhat ramshackle hotel. We ran the hallways. Much to my frustration I ran off course, confused by the media covering the event. Or something like that. I awoke up angry, blankets tossed aside. Sleep had fled.
It's cold out. The heater is kicking on every few minutes. I'm listening to Abby on the monitor and can tell she's thinking about waking up. Soon I'll be a mermaid.