Nighttime
Monday, December 10, 2007
It's 10:30 P.M. on a Monday night.
In between typing paragraphs of this post I'm sitting here on the couch watching my dog, who's curled up next to my new son, watch a bison in Yellowstone National Park kick the shit out of a coyote. The National Geographic Channel rocks. Especially as a babysitter for my dog.
Max sits next to me in his "boppy" sucking away at his new blue pacifier he's just figuring out how to use, while staring at me (or is it the light behind my head?) as if he's taking inventory of every pore of my face.
My wife is taking a break from rearranging a couple of pieces of furniture to wash the day off with a shower.
The music room is pretty much ready for business. Just have to get back at it now.
It's quiet and cold outside. Cozy in here.
Perfect.
In between typing paragraphs of this post I'm sitting here on the couch watching my dog, who's curled up next to my new son, watch a bison in Yellowstone National Park kick the shit out of a coyote. The National Geographic Channel rocks. Especially as a babysitter for my dog.
Max sits next to me in his "boppy" sucking away at his new blue pacifier he's just figuring out how to use, while staring at me (or is it the light behind my head?) as if he's taking inventory of every pore of my face.
My wife is taking a break from rearranging a couple of pieces of furniture to wash the day off with a shower.
The music room is pretty much ready for business. Just have to get back at it now.
It's quiet and cold outside. Cozy in here.
Perfect.
posted by Corey at 10:34 PM
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