Mommy’s little man had an episode around 2:30. As usual, it was on my side of the bed and on the floor. I sought a dry spot for my feet so that I could sleep a few hours longer. It was a bit tough, but I found it and immediately went back to sleep.
We let him know we sympathized. He just seems to have a weird tummy. Why, is a mystery. We’ve had him to the vet. There is no treatable reason for this. He’s just a twitchy boy. He’s eating fine otherwise.
The project for the day, other than writing (and tearfully dealing with memories) will be washing the sheets.