Molly's birthday. Sent her good wishes, small tendrils from my head to hers. Difficult day. Woke from 3 nightmares. 1) A serial killer stalking my children through my writing. 2) Clinging to the top shelf of my bookcase, trying to clean. 3) Being pinned down and suffocated by Marian's corpse. Cried most all the day. Feeling trapped and tired and ineffectual.