I’ve gone through long bouts of insomnia for decades. Sometimes in hindsight the reason is obvious – example, when I retired Sister Creaking Springs my sleep immediately improved – and sometimes, like lately, not. So a full night’s sleep is a memorable blessing.
Such as the one Tobie interrupted at six ayem, a full hour past my usual rising time, with a well-aimed poke of the nose.
And he wasn’t the least bit apologetic. I daresay he’d been crossing his legs for some time at that point and can hardly blame him.
