It's 7am and we're awake.

What to do first? Put dye in my hair? Take baby and dogs for a walk? The dogs are looking at me like I'm insane, so perhaps they don't need a walk. But they sure will get Dramamine before we head out -.-

(Actually, Beanie will get Dramamine and Remmy will get Benadryl and Clavamox. But yeah.)

Rambling. Don't want to start work.

Elijah says, "Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba!!"

Morning, and time for rest.

It's nearly 9am and Elijah is still asleep--but I've been up for an hour. This is unusual, strange, and kind of nice.

I'm sitting here trying to put together a coherent article for Squidoo, and going through my email, and drinking tea, and watching Remmy chew on a piece of rawhide. What I really should be doing is waking Elijah up so we can go for our morning walk before the plumber is scheduled to be here, but, well, I just don't want to wake him up. Who would? He's so sweet and cuddly. Mostly I want to just curl back up with him and go back to sleep.

I may do that.