Last night, I was feeling restless and couldn't quite drift off, so I went back downstairs for a Farmville and email check. I'd just about decided to try sleep again when the carbon monoxide detector started beeping.
I went upstairs and woke up Jeff. We choked off the fire and pulled down the detector. It wasn't really an alarm beep, just a periodic steady 1 beep every so often. It turns out that a steady beep every 30 seconds indicates either unit malfunction or dead batteries. Having determined that we probably weren't all going to die in our sleep, we went back to bed, where I did my flop around snuggle the cats stare at the ceiling thing. I listened to the rain and wind and wondered about the possibility of tornadoes in January. Around 2:15, I realized that if I fell asleep right then, I'd get about 4 hours.
There was eventually some sleep, of the wake up and stare at the clock every hour variety. The night was topped off with a nightmare about losing one of the cats.
Hi. If you need me, I'm going to be over here, desperately drinking some Dr. Pepper.