Hell is leaves of three

Gracie loves it that I can't sleep past 3am. She loves going outside at this hour.

3am's the new normal. It's not bad; it's manageable, even more so than 2am, which was the old new normal. A few more days of steroids, I keep telling myself... but I wonder whether the insurgent itch on my forearm, so far fairly tame, is residual or a new bout. I think I may lose my mind if it's new--I can't take more iching or more steroids. At this point, the anxiety is worse than the itching.