I hate to deface the coffee tables in our lovely library, might there be an ottoman tucked away somewhere? I'm going to metaphorically sit here with my feet up, because at work my reality is somewhere between busting my butt, and full on mania. Half the office is out, and the rest of us are crazy busy. Ah, well, Friday tomorrow then 2 blessed days to sleep late. Why do I think 7:30 am is sleeping late?