Today is a day of rest. Kind of like an after-the- Oscars party, but on Ambien. I'd like to thank my husband for being there for me when all I could do was whine. My son for holding my hand and healing my aches and pains. My agent...wait a minute, I don't have an agent yet. Oh, yea, Tran, my nurse, who seemed to know what I needed before I asked for it. ZZZzzzzzzzz.
(I'm asleep now. You know, doing the ancient eyelid inspection. Counting sheep. Dreaming of Freud...whatever. Meanwhile, Jacob does his homework--Mexican War Timeline pictured above.)
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