Insomnia is apparently my muse.

Erika looked really good tonight. Henry must be doing something right! She's still thin, but at least she's lost that stretched, gaunt look. I couldn't even stand to look at her before, and hugging her was like holding a skeleton. She hasn't really gained any weight, but she definitely looked different, much more healthy. It really effected how I related to her. I'm usually pretty reluctant to talk to her about things, and let Catherine do all the talking, but she seemed so much better tonight that I found myself chattering like a wind-up doll. Anyway, we made a tenative date to go out to the Quarry Diner in Stinesville for dinner next month.