Was it the changes in weather?  Was it the raw milk cheese?  Was it a possible UTI?  Was it just wanting Mom to himself?

Whatever IT was, it required me to sleep on the loveseat in the basement with a 50-pound sack of wiggles on top of me.  Sigh.  Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep…

…but I will cherish that fact that HE slept.  And he wanted to be near me and with me.  I don’t know how much longer that will last, so I’ll take every second of it.  😉  (Even if I go through the next day in a fog…)