I had a restless night, stayed awake for hours. What is it, I wonder, that keeps me so wound up? It isn't specific things that happen to me, because this is a fairly common thing for me, and I always tend to sleep lightly, get up often.
The little Stretch was accommodating as always. I moved him from one side to the other, to under the covers and outside, to on top of me, to the left or right of me, and he stayed relaxed, trusting, settled wherever I put him. Bullet stayed the course in his usual spot at the head of the bed, next to me but not touching.
I think the poison oak is on its last legs now. No sign of new outbreaks anywhere, everything healing.