Signs of Life

I had a strange dream last night, all the stranger for the fact that I remembered it. I know why I had it. Yesterday was the thirty-fifth anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon landing. And yesterday I was speaking to friends about playing favorites with children. The anniversary of the moon landing leaves me nostalgic….

I truly enjoyed yesterday’s comments, especially one in particular. If only she knew….

Last night I slept over nine hours. I don’t know that I’ve ever appreciated a good sound sleep as much as I do nowadays. It is an absolute luxury to wake up and actually feel refreshed. I even felt good enough to drag about four boxes up stuff upstairs. I didn’t unpack them or anything…

I only stopped in for a brief peek. I was emphatically NOT going to make another diary entry today. Well, OK, I was maybe going to do a Magnetic Poetry Creation entry. But not for a while yet. I haven’t even written one today. Your Results: You were male in your last earthly incarnation. You…

Actually, our cats did. Left, my two, Right, the Prof’s two. Don’t tell them. I don’t think cats have a sense of humor about this sort of thing.

I guess it’s like Gremlins. Don’t get them wet. The new sofa and loveseat arrived … not only on time, but ten minutes early. Warrior Princess has taken to it. Clueless Wonder wanders hopelessly around it, looking for his old, familiar territory. Sorry babe, gotta go with progress. ACfH is locked in the bathroom so…