I feel kind of guilty when I get sleep and doesn’t. I constantly worry (without any foundation in reality, I’ve been repeatedly assured) that it’s my snoring that’s keeping her up, or my tossing and turning. It’s not, because she pokes, prods, kicks, and punches me when I keep her up like that. ;)

It was really nice getting up with her this morning. I don’t envy her longer-than-usual day, but then again, she doesn’t envy my commute. Heh.

Spiritual things Sunday night. Much visiting and hanging out and comics and goodness all weekend long. Had a good (if short and nervous on my part) talk with . Now it’s hitting me, and I’m digging it.

I wonder where I should go for lunch. The coney would be nice, but I’ve finished the book I was reading. Maybe I’ll actually write for once. BAH!