Well, it wasn't 1:30 in the morning that I woke up. 1:30 p.m. Afternoon. And I would have slept longer if my mother hadn't called. First time in a month I just slept such a long time. Most of this month I've been getting 6 hours of sleep, and occasionally less. I feel good, but I'm still tired.
I vaguely remember the cat jumping on my stomach multiple times this morning. That's her routine. Jump on Phil to let him know that it's time to feed. Then when I don't stir, settle in and sleep. Only this morning I reflexively turned over dumping her unceremoniously on the floor every time. I think I did this around 4 times.