A very slow correspondence

A letter to a friend that I have been writing for a very long time. A letter that grew too big for its britches (somewhat like its author). A letter that just oozes on and on rather than coming to end like a dignified letter would.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Why We're Late Every Day


We don't get to work until about 10 on most days; it's not that we don't get up early -- a lot of days, we're up at 6:30. It's just that we have very nice mornings...

This is us, reflected in the bottom of the ceiling fan in Liz & Sak's living room. We're house and dog-sitting while they're in Thailand.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

After a lifetime of insomnia...

...I finally got a prescription for Ambien. It's a beautiful thing, it really is. I used to lie in bed and watch Tim sleep and part of me thought, 'Isn't he cute?' The other part really, really wanted to wake him up -- was offended, in fact, that he could sleep. Now he complains to people that I snore and I do not care.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Fearless, charming, smart, and sociable

Emmet has overcome his dislike of strangers... he quite happily spent a few days at his Grandma's while his mom and dad went to Michigan for a little vacation.

He loves to climb stairs, does not much like to sleep.