Owen will be here any moment, I couldn't sleep half the night and when the alarm did go off, I was dreaming that Mr. Moon was making me late to get the boy by dawdling, dawdling, and he had to wake me to turn off the alarm and I knocked the clock off the bedside table and Zeke is puking all over the house (not really, just a few places) and I can hear a Chuck-Widow's-Will out in the woods and a rooster next door is crowing a little prematurely and Zeke isn't throwing up any more, he's barking. I want to kill him but probably won't. It would be so easy. He's so small I often wonder that I haven't killed him by accident already.
Happy Fourth of July!