I remember in bed. Getting up being out of the question really, I snag Carl’s iPhone and after only one misfire (the top of my head being missing) and almost dropping it on our faces and both being blinded by the stupid flash: there we are.
Then email to myself and upload to WordPress.
Here we are.
Tired and achy and stressed, yet unwilling to go to sleep just yet. Instead we gloat over video of Iris in the bath tub–how sweet and silly she looks having her downy hair rinsed out. Laugh about stupid things and watch random trailers.
So hard to sleep.
So little time to be just us.