Last night after watching an exceptionally exciting comeback by the Astros in the 8th inning allowing them to even the series with the Rockies 1-1, I toddled down the stairs to rest my weary head.
When I walked in the bedroom, Sneed sleepily requested that I turn on the ceiling fan which I did. Once I put my head on the pillow, I could hear the motor of the fan. Next the tick-tock of the grandfather clock out on the landing. Then the cacophony of the insects outside the window on my side of the bed was droning in my head. I asked hubby if he heard all this, and he barely whispered "no" as he blissfully slept on.
Wednesday, June 9
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