It's 6:00am on the dot. There is a skunk sleeping very sweetly in my lap. I am going back to bed.
This is not an hour that usually exists in my world... but my almost-husband got out of bed at 3am (I woke up) to get in the bathtub because he was having chills. I woke up at 3:30 and realized he was still in there and of course was sure he had drowned. He was safe but shortly after getting out of the bath he re-filled the tub with his dinner.
We just spent two hours on the couch letting animals have their therapeutic way with him and teaching him to breathe the square.
I guess this is a time when I am thankful I have had to learn some self-calming techniques.