Jessie and her little guys packed up their clothes and toothbrushes and toys and went home but before they left, we had a good time playing and we read a few books.
Got our last licks in as you might say.
August said that he would like to just stay here and of course he would if he had his mama and his daddy and his Mer and his Bop to take care of him and play with him and fix his snacks and read his books and go check for eggs and dig in the garden and why wouldn't that be heaven?
Levon does not care where he is as long as he has his mother whom he adores as a baby should do.
After they left I laid down on my bed and slept and slept.
I do not feel well.
I don't know if I'm getting sick or if I'm having withdrawal from Paxil. I got off it once before and that went okay although I eventually went back on it, but this time, I did not go as slowly in the weaning and it's been rather vile.
Last night I looked up the symptoms of withdrawal and I have almost every one of them and they range from flu-like symptoms to brain flashes to confusion to...
I took a half a dose today because life is just too short and after I woke up I thought that perhaps really, I was just getting sick but I made myself move around a bit, doing a few chores here and there and actually felt a bit better so who knows?
I do know that I don't feel like doing much and have just spent a few hours working on Gibson's Monkey Man sock doll and watching ancient reruns of the Real Housewives of New York City which is just about the level of intellectual stimulation I can take at the moment. Maurice and Jack have been taking turns sitting on my lap, keeping me warm which is good because I am so cold. It's actually supposed to get down into the thirties tonight.
It's strangely quiet here this evening without these two.
I miss them and their mama too but I don't feel as if I'd be of much use to them tonight. We sure had some good times and I sure have some funny and sweet memories.
And next week, they and their parents and Lily and Jason and their boys and I and maybe Mr. Moon are all going down to Weeki Wachee Springs to see the mermaids and stay in the motel and oh! you know how happy that idea makes me. I so wish that Hank and Rachel and May and Michael could come too but they can't make this trip.
We'll go back though, when they can. We always go back to Weeki Wachee.
I can't wait to see those magical mermaids swimming in that beautiful spring through the eyes of August and Maggie. My heart is pretty dang excited, just thinking about it.
The sun has set and the sky is all in streaks of blue and rose and the last birds at the feeder are making snapping noises as they crack the seeds of their supper before they go and settle in their nests for the night.
Stay warm, be cozy, feel better, love your brother, hold hands crossing the street, keep books in every room for convenient reading purposes.
Kiss, kiss, kiss.