okay

We're listening to Bach and cleaning up. Before, Erik was reading me a really good part of The Years (Sara and North when North comes back from Africa and they're eating the under-done mutton--Sara's just about my favorite character in all of literature right now). I'm sick, but it's not a terrible flu, just a regular cold.

We're been having insomnia for a couple hours in the middle of the night, which is throwing off all our schedules, like eating schedules. I'm moody but officially okay.