When you're really tired, do you ever decide to dress loudly, in an attempt to wake yourself up?
Do you sometimes then decide that that's a bad idea, because, if you're dressed particularly brightly, someone might mention it and you'll have to interact with another human being--something you're too tired for?
The kittens spent the night nesting in my hair. Or attacking one another from the narrow space between Chris and I. Or with Arthur deciding he should lie on my head and hold my nose in his paws.
It was very sweet.
I have not really slept.
In four weeks.
But I am, and I cannot stress this enough, very, very, VERY happy. (Just also cranky.)