Saturday, December 11, 2004


I used to ease out of sleep when Ulysses needed to nurse at night when I felt him wiggling next to me. As he got a little bigger and learned to roll, he began to thrash from side to side, looking for the tipple in his half sleep. Now, he climbs on top of me and starts thumping.

Last night, I dreamed I was wrestling ferrets.

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