I think Dad is getting more sleep then the rest of us combined. That’s good.

I can’t. I’ve said for a while that I can’t measure stress. Still, I know I’m way underslept for the circumstances, particularly because I’ve had a cough for a few days that has made me feel sick and killed my energy and spirit at times. I fear my headache at times. There isn’t a ton to do, so despite all of the family we’re mostly all trying to keep busy and distracted because we are all to anxious to sleep anyhow.

The sun is coming up. The snow is almost melted. R and I took a long walk around the neighborhood but through the woods most of the way. It’s good to be in the woods again. If only it could help me sleep. I’ve been thinking that if I don’t crash after this I’ll need to go spend a few days at Jerry Pond to sleep.

I’m glad R is here, but I worry about her sometimes. There is a helluva lot for her to absorb and in quite stressful circumstances. I thought about M recently, I can’t tell days apart anymore. I thought about her inability to take care of herself, let alone anyone else. It reminds me that I have high hopes for R, which means I’m dangerously vulnerable again.