coffee with truman

sunup with my boy. cinnamon on my coffee grounds.  27 hours without msnbc, and so far no vomiting, cold sweats, tears (public), or sleep difficulties.

banking my sleep for the rest of the year. for one week, naps take on the intensity of an olympic trial. hh fancies me spoiled at the spa, but i fret such a privileged picnic will take away from precious afternoon dozing.

me and favorite aka sawyer

the beasts bank their activity for rest of the year full, fledged sprints into the wind on the fairways. priscilla leaving her tongue on the tee box. favorite partials strolling with mother.

happy days.