right now, at almost 9pm, Ry is in his bed, shouting my name to come in, even though I’ve sang him songs and kissed him good night and told him I loved him and the whole bedtime shebang. It’s his new way of drawing out the goodnights.
So I’m doing my best to ignore him by drinking my amaretto sours and computing at my computer, clack clack click click, boom.
who do you think will cave?
see you in 5…
- hopefully I helped him get through whatever it was he needed to get through.
- night is a woman who embraces me