No clue what I was dreaming about, but I woke myself up at 1:20 AM by biting my tongue hard enough that I tasted blood. Got back to sleep eventually, and I can’t see any visible damage now, but the tip of my tongue is quite tender today!

Chatting about our days while Prairie makes cornbread to go with our chili dinner. She says that this is my “Yes, dear, I’m listening” face.

Almost forgot my picture for today! Just a little reading before I get to sleep. Gotta finish this one before I can start this year’s P. K. Dick nominees.