By Clara, at 3 AM, again (or perhaps "as usual"). It takes me a long time to fall asleep, so a "quick" Clara problem ("I need to pee and the bathroom's scary" or "Pepita is in my room" or "I have a cough, can you help me?") results in me awake for at least an hour, and usually longer.
Last night's interruption was especially irksome as she woke me out of a dream in which I (whose stomach hasn't tolerated coffee in almost three months) was having a cappuccino at a cafe in Berlin (I've never been to Berlin, but my dream version was very nice and came replete with the cool, dry weather that Baltimore is categorically not enjoying this season). O cruel!