Monday, October 3, 2:15 PM. Amy.

I just felt the baby kick. A few tiny little taps. With Garrett I thought they were gas bubbles, but now I know better.

Just spent the last twenty minutes crying.

My cold is better today. Some sinus pressure but no fever. I’m milking it for all it’s worth. Nearly finished with Karamazov. Sad to reach the end.

Claire is well. I wouldn’t let her swim today but she rode Princess and generally seems fine. Brewer says he feels back to normal. He’s been increasing his activity the last few days and this morning he went out and moved that cow carcass from the road. He has a kind of lost look that he didn’t have before the concussion. He has always worn a dreamy, staring-off-into-the-sunset expression, as long as I’ve known him. With those deep-set eyes, it’s one of the things that attracted me to him. But since the accident it’s as if his brow is slightly furrowed all the time, like he’s trying to remember something he just forgot. I’m glad Garrett went with him, and glad Garrett is driving. I hope they’re okay.

I saw a mouse this morning in the pantry and nearly lost my mind. I don’t know what it is about them. They look so cute in pictures, but when you see them scampering around on the floor you can tell they’re hell-bent on climbing up your legs. It made me miss Louis even more. We never saw mice when he was around.