As it turns out, there’s no pattern to this little guy. I just can’t figure him out.
Day 16
A fairly uneventful day. In truth, I don’t remember all the details. All it takes is one additional full day (day 17) to erase most of the memories of day 16. But here’s how it pieced together from the best of my memory:
Morning
I’ll just call it “morning” because I don’t really remember when I got up or what we did with ourselves. I remember looking over at him, half-asleep from my crap sleep schedule, and wishing he’d sleep more instead of clawing at my face with his fingernailed little digits. Not that I really expected anything different, as this was all part of the normal morning routine. But ‘expecting’ and ‘hoping’ are two different things! Read the rest of this entry »