With today’s poem #13, I have officially beaten my totals from last year. And I’ve taken my form today from Dash30Dash: The Minute Poem. I am too tired to properly evaluate its readiness as a draft, but I’ve reached the end of what I can accomplish without more sleep. Vincent is now ill as well, though he seemed tonight to have bounced back well; however, he went to bed most willingly. On the upside, little Aidan’s horrid eczema issue is clearing up beautifully — and he’s sleeping much better, halleluiah. I’m all about sleep.