This morning is better than yesterday.

I have to take a break helping him to make sure everyone else is awake.

Preparation.

New plans need to be made.

Here comes the rain again.

Candles lit. Clouds gray. House quiet.

This weekend: switch their rooms so that he is on the main level and won’t be tempted to use the stairs on his own.

More water.

Off-menu-local-type things.

“But I feel primed for success.”