Spencer got sick at 4am this morning, and got cranky when I took his bed away from him (to wash it), so he kept me up between 4 and 6. It seems his nylabone that he loves so much doesn't love him in return. I think it is getting revenge for trying to eat pieces of it. Hopefully he'll be better now that his bone has gone into hiding.
Work is so very busy right now, next week I should be able to relax a little bit...