Jake purred for a while and then went in the bathroom to drink from the toilet and then back under the bed. He’s hiding in the cardboard from the outer Lego box. Then I got a phone call, and then I came downstairs and here was Tom. The son.
I can stay awake another couple of hours, though.
My brain was unspooling all the stuff from the last week, like kids with arrow, balloons, and lots of glue.
Maybe that’s why Jake was unsettled — he knew you wouldn’t be napping long. Sixth sense and all that!
Hi, Tom, the son!
I hate when my brain does that unspooling thing. I’m like, “MAKE IT STAHP!”
I’ve been writing a letter, but there seems to be a card in the mail, so unless I write quick, the letter won’t go out until Monday. You probably can’t handle more than one of my epistles, anyway.
It’s hard to believe to Solstice is here (nice job, by the way!) and the year is half over. Already.
I dreamed of Christmas, decorating and I think I was getting dressed to go dancing when the alarm rang. Some navy blue number with a scalloped neckline and short bell sleeves. A color and design I would never wear in real life.