I have a sore throat again. I went to sleep just a little after ten. it's pretty sad when I can't even stay up for the west wing. I have been going to sleep in the vicinity of ten for several days now. I want all of this rest to shield me from sore throats. why isn't it working?
we don't have the heat on. I love the space in time after the air conditioning but before the heat.
most of what I did yesterday beyond direct action child rearing was read my book, cold flat junction by martha grimes. it's moody and sad and lovely. it feels a lot like margaret atwood.