Even though it was well past time for me to turn into a sweatpants goblin, I made a beeline for my grimoire on the kitchen table.

"Want to help, Studmuffin?" I asked while taking a seat.

"Must...snoozle..." He dropped his head face first into the window seat cushion. Poor guy couldn't even make it to the bedroom.

I, however, was feeling pretty good, all things considered. I'd been awake for three hours in real-life time, not time-travel time. Um, wow. With thoughts ...