The snow has gone all melty and drippy outside. I can hear the droplets plinking off the gutters. I assume that’s happening out there and not up in the attic somewhere.
It’s past my bedtime, and I should sleep, but I keep thinking about things and they’re turning into the sorts of Things that keep me awake. When I have lots of questions and no answers, my brain gets super inventive.
So. Now we sleep. And have perplexing dreams that end up all shouty.