Tonight

I thought I might write a little while my teacup of vegetable soup cools. (I've been eating out of teacups to keep my food portions in perspective. I've lost 10 pounds in 2 weeks by doing this. Not altogether bad. And teacups are pretty. So there. ) Anyhow, the living room is dark so that my baby can sleep better. I think he is fighting illness because his little forehead is warm, and sweat beads are forming around his hairline by his cheek. And not to mention that it's 6:30, and his nap is still going on.

I should be reading The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing for the second time, but it's getting too dark in here. I dare not switch on the TV. It's all bad news anyway. Maybe I'll just read blogs...they're all lit. (Or lighted? I really need to go back to school.)

My husband has taken a new position that requires much of his time, and I remain lonely but supportive. I know how much this job means for our family, and I remain steadfast in my will to stand behind him. One Hundred Percent. Even if it means being lonely.

My soup is cool now.