Hal and I just got home from a weekend getaway in Joshua Tree. Awesome. Lots of fun. Met Gram Parsons' ghost.
Kicked ass at Bocce Ball, even though I lost. Several times. Danced a
lot. Passed out in the dust gazing at stars. But only for a couple of
minutes. Got back up and kept dancing.
Meanwhile, while the cat's away...
The mouse will sleep. And sleep. Nap. Sleep though the night. Nap plus extra credit.
For the past few months Archer has gotten up every night, crying to
get into bed between Hal and me. The thing about a screaming child at
3am is that there is no energy to fight him or even argue. In fact,
most of the time I never even remember getting Archer out of his crib.
I just wake up with a foot in my nostril.
"Did you get Archer last night?"
"No. Did you?"
"I don't think so..."
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