How do I know? She actually asked to go to her room for some "quiet time" today. That never happens. Then she conked out for a couple of hours.
In other ongoing stories, she has a peculiar fascination with thunderstorms. "I'm skeered of funder." She talks about how it broke the computer. But then she was punching the buttons on our little weather station in the living room, attempting to make "clouds and funder" arrive by remote electronic control.