Alex woke up at 04:30 this morning with a migraine. Normally they hit him in the late afternoon or early evening; I can think of only a couple of occasions when they’ve happened in the middle of the night. After an hour or so of misery, he got back to sleep, but he wasn’t able to go to school this morning.
Fiona was the one who sounded the alarm. She heard him first, and came through to wake Abi and me. “Mom, dad, Alex has got a really bad headache.” Good kitty.