5:40 AM, and the dog has wet her bed again. Katie has already flipped on her bedside light over the pungent puddle as it flows across the floor due to the slant of the apartment, while I stumble out to the kitchen to get paper towels and the dog retreats around the corner with a chagrined expression.
After the cleanup, I kiss Katie on the forehead and prepare to start my day. When she looks up at me questioningly, half-asleep as she is, I explain, "I've only got ten minutes before my alarm goes off anyway."
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