The husband is asleep on the living room carpet. The rabbit is a charcoal puddle of fur next to his ankles. The cat is lying on her back again, forepaws crossed on her chest, back legs inelegantly splayed, one east, one west. (She was watching me type this, but now her eyes are shut.) The laundry is on the line; the husband’s lunch for tomorrow is cooked and cooling. I’m the only one awake in this house, and I’m not sure how to feel about it!