It's very strange to be around a Harry who's completely un-energetic, is predisposed to be grumpy, and can't talk.

It's soothing in a way to just mother him a bit, make soup and bring ice and blankets and such. It doesn't actually feel all that different. However, I'm discovering that in spite of all my maternal instincts, I'm not actually very good at taking care of sick people.

I watched a total of four movies yesterday.