I slept in this morning. Not just hitting the snooze button three times, but I actually slept in an extra hour. Didn’t get up and make us breakfast, didn’t get up and make coffee, didn’t get up and get the cats’ breakfasts, didn’t get up and make lunches; I just slept for another hour. It actually doesn’t happen often, maybe three times a year (maybe less). I hate it. I hate sleeping in on a workday. It’s been a problem lately just with the snoozes—daylight savings can’t get here soon enough; I just can’t get up. I can’t get to sleep at night, I can’t wake up in the morning. Somehow, it’s got to be the cats’ faults.