Present and accounted for. My back got cold and woke me up. I hate when that happens.
OK. I’m done. One complaint a day is all I’m allowing myself.
I was cold, too, even with Jake.
I’m cleaning. Well, I was, until I stopped to look at my email in hopes there would be some news from my mother. I’m telling myself no news is good news, that they’re very busy with (for example) moving Dad’s things to a safer facility.
Now Pat has to do math again.