It's after midnight and I can't sleep. Between Swee'pea's feverish barking coughs and sweaty little body pushing me off the bed and overheating me and my racing mind (Sugar D has a second interview next week for the local job -- Hurrah!) and a crazy hard deadline that I couldn't get as much done on because of Swee'pea's illness and wondering if I'll have to stay home again tomorrow since Sugar D can't stay home tomorrow when he needs a day next week for the interview... ugh. It seems to me that the medicine isn't working on Swee'pea's fever. When I finally surrendered my four inches of bed and got up, you know what the feverish leach did? He moved back into the centre of the bed. Oh, the irony.