It turns out that it is impossible to sleep in when a small child floomps itself on top of you. Quite a startling way to wake up, but in its own way, charming. We'll see if I still think so later today. Now I am snuggled on the couch with Anand beside me watching videos, and Michael beside him, all under a blanket, and I am trying to motivate to get up from the snuggle and head into the Sri Lankan cooking vortex. It's sort of like a polar vortex, but smells better. I may just drink a bit of tea and read a few pages of Katharine Eliska Kimbriel's _Kindred Rites_ first. To fortify me.