Everyone is still in bed. Audrey seemed to sleep okay last night, though did wake to nurse as usual and had some short coughing fits. The coughing scares me. I know cough is a normal part of a chest cold, but I also know it can turn into something worse, and I don’t like thinking about that.

Dreamed that I worked in a hospital. All the lights were out, everyone had left. I finally had some time to bake the cookies I’d been trying to make all day. I searched for an oven. My recipe called for “five bites of brioche bread, chewed well.” Yes, chew up some brioche and put it into the cookie batter. Yum!

There was also something about Brian and I visiting some girl who had had a baby recently, to give her some advice on breastfeeding. Her apartment was no bigger than our living room, and she had a cat who looked exactly like my dear Simon. Actually maybe he was Simon. It’s always nice to see my old friend in my dreams. Anyway, her tiny apartment was full of furniture. It was hard to move around.

I have always been one to remember my dreams in vivid detail. I attribute it to my historically poor sleeping habits.