One of our foster cats likes to massage my face and neck while I sleep. More accurately, I think she is trying to strangle or smother me in my sleep. I don't say as I can blame her, I must be snoring from all the icky phlegm and what not that this cold has produced.
On a bright note, I just got the email this morning that "Space Freaks" will be published in the upcoming anthology Tales From the Void. I'm so jazzed, I could scream, but that would hurt my throat so I'll just whisper a hearty "woohoo" instead.