This week, Bird has had several cuddle nights as T goes to bed before I do. I don't mind, much. Right now I hear Bird laughing and playing with T, and it's a nice sound.
I'm tired, but I don't want to end their fun. I hate being the wet blanket.
So instead of going to bed, I am watching a new (for me) show called "Some Assembly Required" on Discovery. It's amusing and informative, so who could ask for more?
Somewhere on the right side of this page is a list of blogs I read. I'm adding one to it. No, I won't tell you which one, you'll have to pay attention. Go read them all, they deserve a little time and attention. I'll keep...I'm tired, but I will be here for a while, lurking in blogdome so the Evil Genius gets his daddy time.
I can stare out the window at the thumbnail moon, made fuzzy by wet and heavy skies. Maybe if I go outside I'll hear the owl calling - either something akin to a phone ringing or a horse whinnying, depending on his mood. Yes, he's still hanging about.
I read something in another blog this morning that elicited an "Oh, thank goddess I'm not the only one!" response from me. Dawn over at Because I Said So said something about how she feels when her husband is home sick from work. Her answer was spot on for how I feel. It's not reasonable, no, but there you have it - emotion so rarely is.
Meanwhile, me and the moon are going to hang out and contemplate our navels or something. G'night.