What worries me then is when I wake up if it might be worse

[cyrano]

Slept fitfully and poorly last night. I am confirmed that there was a cat involved at one point. Bizarre waking dream where my covers were entangling documents that needed to be filed or dealt with somehow in order to resolve the bankruptcy issue, and somewhere present in the dark room was a judge I was required to explain each move to, and woe betide me if I forgot anything or misstepped.
Charming.

As an aside, I am surprised at the virulent and bilious reviews of The Musketeer, having now seen it. I found it fun and enjoyable and faithful to the novel in ways most films didn't bother with.