A few days back I just did NOT want to get out of bed. I don't know if it was the way I'd successfully contorted myself into some simbilence of comfort or the fact that I'd reached the perfect in-cover/out-of-cover termperature ratio. Whatever it was, it pressed me forward in my incoherent ponder of ways to stage an early morning sit-in. I was not to be moved! Did I not deserve a good morning's sleep?! Had humanity no mercy?! I rarely reach rapid eye movement! Does that not count for somethinng!?! I demand a Mental Health Day!  Heeeeelp!!!... Mommy!

Alas my valiant fight was for naught. Work-ethic proved the victor. I arose from my protest only to find the sky blanketed as far as my eyes could see. It's no wonder I wanted to stay in bed.