day 282 3 a.m. The little one woke in a hot sweat. “Tacos, cheese, corn chips.” I groaned said something about even the moon being asleep but he persisted so we stumbled to the kitchen. I made him peanut butter toast with juice. We sat on the kitchen floor and looked up flights and hotels. When he was finished, he drove a toy yellow bus up my arm as it were a steep hill.