I had a lousy night of sleep. I woke up around 2:30 for a bathroom break, looked at the clock, and said to Thatch who was sleeping beside me, well,, we've got three more hours to sleep. I went back to bed and stayed awake for the next three hours. I can't blame the cats. I just couldn't settle. I fretted about the ballet, worried about paying my taxes, worried about my health . . .