Sleep is a funny thing. When you’re getting enough of it, you don’t even think about it. But when you aren’t, it becomes an obsession. Courtesy of our friendly local stomach virus, I’ve been on the obsessed side of this equation for the past couple of days. So far, Stephen and Gabrielle have each spent wakeful nighttime hours in my bedroom with fevers and intermittent bouts of vomiting.
This morning,
