One reason why I’m tired . . .

Is this thing taking up my entire bed. Feet in my face, sprawled spread-eagle, she has made herself at home in my bed. 

I got up this morning to let the dog out and realized that I had only a small sliver of space between me and the edge of the bed. Josh was in exactly the same situation on the other side.
 

Between that one and this one, it’s a full house at night. Party till midnight (yes, she does), wake up at 7? I don’t know how she does it.

So instead of writing about our water woes this afternoon, I took a nap. By myself.