Wake up in wee hours, get out gently towards the bathroom, shuffle back quietly, carefully climb back in wondering if she rolled into my side, reach over to cuddle back to sleep, she's not there. Hmmm...maybe she took the couch so her fussing and tossing would be in another room so I could get some sleep finally, or maybe I snored her out at the start of allergy season, oh well, she did not leave since I drove, and I am the one in the bed.

Next morning's review shows that she was worried about why I did not come after her last night when she heard me up and knew I returned to an empty bed. (and it was the allergy chain saw, so back on Zyrtec again)

At least she said she tried to find recipies for steel plate while I was out shooting Sun.