Well, technically, I was dead asleep on the couch–not an ideal full-night-of-sleep location–until 2 am or so when I was rudely interrupted by a cat leaping on my stomach. The cat in question weighs fifteen pounds and is built like a sack of wet sand; I wasn’t expecting it. [Insert Spanish Inquisition joke here…] And now I am wide awake and will probably not be able to drift off again before 6 or 7!
Thus, I decided to pitch in for the readathon a tad early. What am I reading? Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I just couldn’t face Sense and Sensibility quite yet.