1. I'm ready for elections to be over ... I'm ready for NPR to talk about something new.
2. What is love? Love is the willingness to continually adjust my Chaco straps (because they are an engineering marvel, the mechanics of which will forever confuse me) to fit my continually swelling feet. I don't know what I'll do when it gets too cold for Chacos. I may literally be barefoot and pregnant pretty soon. Thankfully we're so far south that Asher may be here before it gets that cold.
3. The best part of fall? No more heat. The worst part of fall? Shedding dogs.
4. Neither of us sleeps very well these days. About once a night, Brian and I have a conversation in which we are both mostly talking in our sleep. Sometimes I wake up enough to remember it. One night he thought I was sleeping on the dog (I wasn't - just some pillows). Last night, he shook my arm and said, "I just wanted you to get up in time to eat a good breakfast." "What time is it?" I said. He rolled over and looked at the clock. "Never mind." It was 2 am.
So what's that about? I know that women in their last trimester start losing sleep, but why is Brian restless, too? Sympathy sleeplessness, maybe? My guess is stress, but who knows ...
Eventually I will actually WRITE something, but today is not that day.