MIchael is Home

Michael and Brian arrived last night, and got settled in around midnight. I was asleep, but woke up when Michael was asking me about the a/c (he cranked it down to 69 degrees from the toasty 75 I had it on), and heard the dogs (very quietly) going to their room. I woke up at 3:30 because I was cold and evidently wasn't the only one, the cat was perched on one shoulder and Michael was curled almost laying on top of my other shoulder. Arabella didn't stir all night, and woke at 6:30am. She's been finding signs of the new habitation all over the house, and really wants to go get Daddy, maybe because I told her no painting until Daddy is awake. I'm just glad he's home.