I slept rather well until around 4:30. when Thatch noisily hacked up a hairball. After that, getting back to sleep was difficult. Annabelle came to cuddle with me, then Thatch returned. I did sleep a bit, and I had a bizarre dream combining Barnes & Noble employees from around 2000 and a co-worker from my Ohio days around 1977. The dream was set in the winter before Christmas and the store was on the edge of a big forest. There was some brouhaha about missing office files, then the Ohio man brought everyone food he had cooked: small cream-filled chocolate cakes and little half-pint containers of mac'n'cheese. Then the dream got dark and murky, something about campires, and the manager and employees begging the Ohio man not to go off in search of his son.