I really didn't want to wake up - but I have to

I tried to wake up at 5 this morning, I really did. Was not happening. So, 6 works... until I turned the clock off. At 7:20 I woke up with a snap and started sorting dreamland from reality (weird dreams), my cell phone said one of my friends had texted me so after checking who and what they said I logged into the computer and here I am - yawning, pondering going back to bed, and still rubbing knee where I knocked something over into it when I was standing my bed up for the day. Got a nasty welt on the knee now.

I should have crawled back in bed until after noon.

Alas, I could not. Today is the first day of my dad's new round of physical therapy. His doctor wants to see if the therapists can help him with anything like walking or getting some use of his left arm back etc now that it's been so long since his last evaluation.