La Serpiente was sick again this evening, after being clingy and sluggish for several hours. She asked to go to bed before 7pm, an unheard of development. I was kind of glad of this, for I feel crummy too, a generalised malaise where I’m devoid of energy and excitement, and just want to go to sleep. Which is strange, given how well we all slept last night.
Perhaps I listened to too much depressing music in the last couple of weeks. Perhaps I shouldn’t have watched two entire seasons of Rick & Morty. Perhaps I should drink less coffee.
I’ll cheer myself up by reading a book about 1950s vampires driving sports cars. What could possibly go wrong?