Everyone is up. Hubby was asleep by 9H30pm and I by 6H30pm. My knee is so weak now. I fear it will give way when I walk, even with a cane. 

I slept really well: Tummo was by my side in the morning. Billy had gone to hubby in the night, like most mornings.

Whiskey is on the sofa downstairs, in the den, on caramel couch.