This day has been shit. I've been trying to make the best of it, but it's just been shit. I woke up after what felt like a full night of sleep at 11:53 pm. I'd been asleep for 2 hours. Keats was asleep on top of me. My eyeballs were so dry that it was painful. I took Keaton to his own bed and fell back asleep. I dreamed about my Grandpa who died 4 years ago for what felt like hours. And usually when I see him in my sleep, it is happy, and calming, and I wake up grateful to have spent the time with him. Last night it wasn't like that. I dreamt of his death. My mind made up things that didn't really happen and I woke up at 2:24 am stressed out and anxiety ridden. My whole body was tense. And I've been rattled all day since. My work was cancelled today on account of the weather. I had plans to sleep in, and write, and read, and nap. I woke up a bit after 5 am because Keaton was crying and coug...