I had a peanut butter sandwich and a beer at midnight.  I love a little trashy every once in a while.

Now my kids are building a track that goes through three rooms.  And they're telling me stories about their weekend.  Like how they fell down in the forest.  And how fast they can ride their bikes.

We are waiting for the sun to come out so that we can go for a walk.

My parents are traveling again and so it is me, Roxie, and the house.  Rox sleeps in the bend of my knees and wakes me up at the earliest hour because she is that excited about the day.  I stumble around while she flies through the house and back again.

But I am loving having my mornings back.  The world is different in the morning.

It is better somehow.

Tonight I need to camp out with a pot of coffee and get caught up on my reading.  I'll probably end up bribing myself with pumpkin bread and a few chapters of the for-fun book that I am in the middle of.  I swear I was a better student before.  It doesn't seem as urgent now. 

And for that I am grateful.

I talked with my brother until late last night.  My father has been traveling this month and Trav lives away and I really miss good men in my life.  They bring out the best in me.  

Last night I watched Beauty and the Beast.  It is out on DVD now and I will regret it forever if I don't buy it.  I sang with all of the songs.  I lusted after her library.  And I still can't watch the scene when Beast gets stabbed.

 I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell. And for once it might be grand. To have someone understand. I want so much more than they've got planned.
Best movie.  Ever.