Okay -- I am finally, just now, coming to life. I overslept this morning, because I stayed up too late last night reading a book that I have already read, and knew how it ended. But it was both too well-written to want to skip a single page, and also too scary not to get it resolved. If I stopped and left the story unfinished, then the one-eyed handsome psychotic killer with the wealthy enabling parents would have been lying there in the bed beside me until morning! Can't have those monsters roaming the peaceful greeen countryside, can we? (to quote Mitch Leary/John Malkovitch) Anyway, it was also a cold night, and I put the afghan from the chair across my already heavily covered bed, and so by morning I was absolutely cozy. I won't do that tonight. Gotta have some discomfort to make the waking up easier! I should drink a large beverage, cover the bed scantily and open the window wider.
No, what I really ought to do is remember to get some batteries for my alarm clock, so that I am not trying to be woken by my clock radio. I mean, it works and all, but -- it isn't sharp and unpleasant enough, and it doesn't wake me all the way up, just enough to turn it off. And then right back to sleep.