I'm not proud of this but there is someone I'd like to PUNCH

No, not trump*. This time. It's who ever called me at 2:48, this morning. Totally unknown number. Pretty sure it was from a cell phone. No message. It startled the kidcats and they scattered.

I didn't answer but then, as always happens when the phone rings in the middle of the night, the old 'PTSD' anxiety kicked in. How many nights the phone rang when I was dealing with multiple health crisis within my family and I headed to the hospital ER or was notified of a death.

Once all of the kidcats settled down, they pretty much surrounded me. I didn't fall back to sleep at almost 4:30 and then Madoc woke me up at 5:30, just because he needed some affection.

No time for napping, today because I have to get things ready for Easter dinner. It's going to be a long weekend.