3:26, according to my kitchen clock.
And yes, that would be a.m.
Not sure exactly why my body is so wide awake at this hour, but there you have it. I'm still battling the remnants of sick, so it may be that. Or it may be The Manimal, who in his half-asleep stage decided to invade my side of the bed.
The dog is pretty happy. While she's not exactly nocturnal, her lupine roots come through whenever there is a human conscious in the weird nighttime hours.
The house is blissfully (and unusually) quiet. The perpetual "on" state of both boy children has been silenced for more than the normal 18 minutes.
We have plans for later in the day, but for now, it is quiet. The family is safe and sleeping. All is well with the world.