I did my nails for the first time in weeks today. Therefore I can't type without hitting a wrong key every third word. Between that and the writer's constipation, I'm not doin' so hot on this whole writing endeavor tonight.
Danny is in a whole new stage of words, antics and just boy-ness in general. I REALLY need to write a Dear Danilo post. Man I love that kid.
My husband is out of town tonight for work. He's spending the night an hour and a half north of us. I miss him. Our bed is not as warm. And chatting on facebook with him is not helping any. At least with the cold bed problem. It's definitely wonderful in many other ways.
My eyes are drooping and I'm exhausted. In a very good way.
My heart is hurting and I'm at a loss for wisdom or words for two very good friends who are in a monumentally unfair place in life. I ache for them. In a very bad way.
And with that - and because this is the first time back in two weeks and I have zero creative ability to transition well into the end of this post - I'll say goodnight.