The one night this week I get to go to bed early, and the fucking THUNDERSTORMS and LIGHTNING keep me up all night.
I seriously thought the lightning was going to burst through my window after it set off the alarm at Brahler's. I thought the lightning was going to steal my car after it shut off the power to our house.
And I imagined the poor chi and my nephews quivering in the dark. Khalil is scared of thunderstorms, like his mother (and probably his father too - what a bunch of babies).
He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver. And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
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