There was one time Declan was walking down the stairs. If I was taking a half hour or hour-long nap, I’d just be talking total nonsense. I’d also be really alert and freakishly scared of everything. Declan would go to put his arm on me or touch me and I would jump out of my skin. I was definitely falling apart. I might be paranoid, but I think my hair was also thinning. We were living off of pizza and Indian food, so I definitely packed on some September pounds. From the end of September to the rest of the year I still had a crazy workload, though it never got back up to 17. It hovered around 13-15. Then in January, everything slowed down. Some books ended or went on hiatus. But I got sick for four weeks. It just caught up with me. From New Year’s to February 1st, I was sick in bed. It was terrible. I never want to push my body so hard again. My body was just so angry.