Thoughts going through my head late at night, ideas for writing posts. Not falling asleep.
Did Hero know what he was suggesting when he said I should have a blog? Thinking of setting up categories, organizing ideas. But I should also get the laundry up into the bedrooms and make some dinner and scoop the cat boxes. Then back to work for the evening shift. Then home to bed and not sleeping because I'm thinking about writing.
Now, in the early evening, Primo sits at the table, crunching on cereal and trying to do his math homework. Spark is silently playing a builders game on the computer. It's snowed for half the day and now the temperature is dropping to the coldest yet of this season. Drafts move through the house, swirling, making our little cat pester me to hold her for warmth. She hides near a heat vent, waiting for the furnace. I've got a hat and vest on.
Hot dogs? Soup? Dinner. The boys have gotten picky about food lately.
Dinner was left to Hero last night when I left for work in a huff. After the Christmas break, he didn't remember I usually work on Monday nights. They all set a place for me: pork chops and green beans. And I stayed away until my shift was over. There were hugs and kisses and I'm sorrys when I returned.