why is it always on a monday?

This morning I was awakened suddenly. Not by my alarm, but a cat preparing to puke.

I quickly assessed that it was not Posey, who was sleeping soundly on top of my pillow. It was Jeter, down by my feet.

I sprang out of bed and nudged him to the floor, fortunately in time to save the bedding (unlike last time).

Though, in my rush, I managed to overstretch my leg, causing a terrible leg cramp. I'm still sore tonight; there's a knot in my calf and it hurts to walk. It's gotten a little better, but it's still tender.

Anyway ... after the cramp subsided, I turned on the bathroom light to find and clean up the mess. I still had 40 minutes of sleep left, so I climbed back in bed. I did manage to drift off again until the alarm rang.

Amazingly, my husband slept through the whole ordeal!