Asymptomatic

There must be intelligent life down here

First Act

6:08.  Wake up.  Blue striped satin pajamas pants swish across the bedroom carpet.  Sip water.  Pop pills.  Drink water.  Five minutes to go.

6:12.  Pull shades in kitchen.  Pointlessly lower toast.  Scratch at morning scruff.  Observe orange cat across neighboring roof through window, preening loose fur on aerial.  Answer phone.

House Husband

I started this book the other day, House Husband, which is about this guy who moved with his wife and daughter to Rochester, New York so that his wife could take a better job.

Prior to Rochester, he lived in California and owned and operated a landscaping business. When he gets to Rochester, only his wife has a job, and instead of finding one, he falls into the “rut” of being a homemaker.

Lonely Owen

I would take time to post pictures from Abby's birthday, but I've been kind of busy between school and Abby-tending to do that.

Berta's been out of town since yesterday, and isn't due back until tomorrow, when we leave for another Johnstown trip. Apparently, we're staying at Therese's, which I didn't know until a few minutes ago when I got Therese's phone message about bringing our own pillows out because they were short. Apparently, I'm just not destined to be in the loop, or maybe I cause too much trouble when I know what's going on.