So today I talked to Casey at 11:00 in the morning and then again at 8:00 at night. For him it was late at night and then again first thing in the morning. I catch myself thinking, "I wonder what Casey is doing in India." And then I remember, "Oh, yeah. He's asleep."
I didn't sleep well last night. I had at least four BEI's--Box Elder incidents. That's when you reach for an itch and discover a wriggling bug under your fingers--ICK! Even if you are sound asleep, that will wake you right up. I've gotten to where I can chuck the squirming thing across the room without conscious thought. So now I've resurrected the bedtime tape-of-death ritual--yet another use for duct tape. I really hate those things. This is the downside of Spring.
I went to the sixth grade "Serve to Save" dinner tonight. It's an annual fundraiser for charity put on entirely by the sixth graders and their teachers. Casey's mom came, too. Anika was a waitress. It was the fulfillment of a lifelong dream. ("When I grow up I want to be a waitress or a servant.") (Okay, she was four at the time and has moved on to bigger dreams since then. When she was six she wanted to be a floozy like the ones in the pretty red dresses in the Fourth of July melodrama.)
I just snatched a box elder bug out of the air with my strip of tape. I am swift and deadly like a Mantis!
I am also tired before my bed time. Goodnight.
(Good morning, Casey. Wish you were here.)