Removing the television from the living room was one of the best decisions Dave and I made. Without a coffee table, there’s just an open rug, so the space is conducive to playing games, talking, or listening to music.
Or for opening birthday presents. Which almost 3-year-old Evelyn did in front of her family earlier this evening.
My eyes are stinging, causing my eyelids to float into each other. Please, they seem to be saying, let us get to snuggling.
Soon, I tell them, but first, I must blog.
The top ten feet of a 30-foot-tall Alder broke and hit the duck pen last night. Thankfully, no one was injured, but the wire fencing, netting, and my favorite pool were damaged.
I took a video of the rooster for you. As you’ll see, he’s more a dog than our dog.
I’m downloading Wonderbook: The Illustrated Guide to Creating Imaginative Fiction. As I’m always on the hunt for inspiration, let’s hope this one pulls through.
I will get my ass kicked from a workout early tomorrow morning. As he’s in the running for husband of the year, Dave agreed to go with me.
That we get an extra hour of sleep, however resistant I am to the idea, makes going slightly more bearable.
Alright, that’s it for me. Enjoy the extra hour!