Thursday

I now have a working hypothesis about why I’ve been sick, and I may be feeling better. I’ll write more about it later, if it works out. Crazy physiology. For now, I sure am tired. Today I took D. to the dentist, and I started reading the first of Lindsey Davis’s post-Falco series, and I listened to J. quote amusing-yet-stressful tweets of stuff conservatives have said in online forums.

We are having 10 minutes of quiet before D’s bedtime, which is blissful. It is indeed very quiet – I hear only J’s rapidly typing fingers and an occasional mewl from Sorin, who may have discovered that menacing kitten in the bathroom mirror again.