Today began, dark and early, at 3:30 a.m., when the hubby crawled into bed and immediately started snoring. After about an hour of me poking and prodding and clubbing him with everything short of a ball bat, I got up to move to the spare bedroom. At which point, it started thundering.
I think the gods hate me.
It does lead me to wonder, however, if this is why I see no chance for my main character to ever get married. Maybe she's smarter than I realize.