Gone in 90 Seconds


In the midst of all the Halloweening, I totally forgot to mention that we got the results of Husband’s sleep study!


Oh, it was a glorious day.  And not only because I figured out how to make my phone do some cool new tricks: it now silences a call when I flip it screen-down, wakes up immediately when I pick it up from a table (no swipe to unlock!) and immediately goes to sleep if I set it screen-down on a table.

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Barking Mad

We’ve reached a summer détente on the blanket issue: husband gets both comforters because I only want the sheet.  It’s gotten too hot at night for anything else.


legs in too hot, one leg out just right... but the Monster!

At least the monster never steals my pillow.


That doesn’t keep him from heaping the blankets on me throughout the night, so that I wake up sweating and have to toss them back over to his side.  But he’s been unable to cry “blanket thief” because I react too quickly.




So what’s his new plan?  Oh, he’s got one.

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The Blanket Thief Conspiracy


puppy wrapped up like blanket burrito

First off, let’s all agree that I am exactly this cute.


I‘m going to tell you a story that really isn’t a story; this is a long-standing, much beloved old argument, which is brought out on a regular basis so that we might run our fingers over the tatters and frayed edges, making repairs and adding to the length as we go. This, in other words, is a running bit: a point of some contention between Husband and myself that will likely never be resolved.

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