...and that was sort of a mistake. I managed to get through the two meetings that I had scheduled in the morning, and when my third meeting cancelled, I went home. I had called to make an appointment with the doctor, but they couldn't see me till three. I left work around 12:30 or so, which put he home around 1:30.
Which gave me a glorious hour to sleep before I had to go to the doc.
I didn't even make it upstairs. I staggered into the house, and collapsed on my chair. I was asleep within seconds.
I awoke an hour later contorted into some sort of human cat's cradle...literally. I had fallen asleep on my right side. Somehow, Owen had managed to get me onto my back, and managed to fashion a hammock out of my legs. There he was, flat on his back, sound asleep.
I will point out that the sheet and the black thing on the couch are deterrants so that the cat will stay off. Since he can't be on the couch, well...he chooses to be on me. :)