Things are calm enough thus far that I seem to only have normal insomnia, rather than PTSD-driven insomnia. Easily solved with Ambien.

The Overherd seems most useful just nestled around me, both under and on top of the duvet. I still snuggle the Overcow. I guess I just like knowing they’re around, either by direct contact or light pressure.

I don’t remember my dreams, which must have been nice, crunchy bits.

I still plan to eat delicately. Although I’m not sure if TVP in sauces should be considered “delicately.” I’m pretty sure I was a perfectly happy omnivore before this week.

Ah well, today is mostly eating adventures. Mostly cooking; last night I really wanted to put something in a crockpot… but my kitchen is currently ill-equipped.