The past few days have blurred together. I think today is Wednesday. My computer calendar agrees.
I remember that on Sunday night, I couldn't sleep. I stole catnaps here and there and kept the music on. (Please keep sending music.) And since Sunday night, I've done nothing but sleep. Why? Well...my bed is safe. My bed is warm. No one dies in this safe, warm bed.
On Sunday night, I caught a few of my cousins on Skype, and we chatted some. (They live all over the world, so someone was always online.) The conversations weren't exactly cheery, obviously, but it still felt good to connect with them. I know they love me. I'm jealous that they got to fly to Bangalore from all over while I lay in bed on my left side and typed with my right hand...as if that might be enough.