Woke up this morning with what feels like a fever. Skylar woke up with what feels, to my hand, like more of one. That's pretty standard, from a post-operative standpoint, but still raises the anxiety level.

She slept well, though, with Kim in her room on the futon. I slept on the sofa, after falling asleep there, with the cats. By this morning, however, Thing One was stretched out on the floor outside Bean's door, waiting for his "mom" and "sister" to emerge.

Time to go teach, finish my APR, and write film notes for No Man's Land.

Tags: everyday, family, health, pets
Mode: flattened
Muse: The cotton between my ears