We are sleeping in a house that is very much like a cave. Tonight it is very cold out, and the tarantulas are marching through the cracks and from the dark corners, seeking out the heat. I first spotted one above Tino's head as he lay down to sleep, and then in the bathroom as I was brushing my teeth. I worry about falling asleep, that one will climb onto my face and I will wake up to it hovering over my mouth, taking a steam bath in my breath.
I slept for most of the day and had a long, elaborate dream that the whole world caught fire; tomorrow I think I need to come down from this mountain.