2a.m.

and I was up again. I went to bed around midnight, thought I was tired. It's now almost four and my usual trick of milk & dairy did me no good. I think it's too much running through my head: remember to call Red's old landlord, where is the info sheet on that apartment you went by today, email yourself this, measure that. . . . . though I have tried to lay down and go back to sleep.

You know I even ironed this week's clothes before bed, so there'd be no rush in the morning. (Sissy, are you thinking what I'm thinking?)

Well, if I measured this apartment right, it's about 644 square feet of living space. So we'll just see what we see.