I should be sleeping. I never seem to be able to sleep at the right time. Olivia is in my bed, so warm and cozy, I can't move her. But it's hard to sleep with her. I have to be close enough to hear Mama, afraid the monitor won't wake me. Guess I'll just try to sleep with Olivia.

I haven't read much for a couple of days. But that will change. I have lots of books I want to read, lots of poems to read and to write.

So many things to write.