Alone at last

Almost two years since we were married and we finally have our first home together. No roommates, no parents. Just us! And the painter. And the contractor. And soon a crew of workers and a big  pile of plaster. Yes, just us!

I had such a good title, but I can't remember now that I'm awake

damnit! I can't sleep! I was having dreams that were just to weird. Judy Cohn and Ira Blecker were in tye-died tshirts singing the birchat hamazon. We were trying to find a parking spot in front of Lake Brantley. We were attending a wedding, but the parking lot was jammed with school busses and cars like it was dismissal time.

Why isn't the damn internet working? I don't want to get out of bed again, I've already woken evan three times. well, the first time he had to pee also. then he was the big spoon. but that nasal breathing, it was driving me crazy! and such short breaths. is he exercising in his sleep? mentally riding the nordic track to physical fitness? if only there was a way to know what was going on in there! 

Dream Invaders

I wake up to find Evan sitting up in bed, stooped over the computer. He likes to get up a little earlier than me because only one of our computers is connected to the internet now and I tend to hog that one. I've been very strict with him, all drawing all the time. None of this fooling around on the internet. Now that we have the GPS he even draws while I'm driving!

Anywho, I thought he was working on email. I should have known better as he never answers his emails. Turns out he was playing tetris. As a Snood & Spider Solitaire addict, I was intrigued. And then the memory came back, I dreamt in PacMan and Space Invaders. 

And then there was light

So, I woke up this morning laying on my right side with Evan curled up behind me. My mind was mixed between slumber, sex, and rude awakenings. The melody of a country song ran through every nook and cranny of my brain and I knew it was a race against the clock to write down the sweet words that were about to be erased as I became fully conscious.

"Evan, do you have any paper?"

"Mmmm. [pause] Huh?" he replied.

"I need a pencil and paper."

"There's one on your side, on the chair."

I pull a pad out from under a short stack of papers and start mumbling, "pen, there's no pen!"

Evan rolls half way over, grabs a pen, and then back. One of the perks of being married to a cartoonist, there's always pencil and paper.

All this build up, I hope it is worth it, for here is what I wrote:

Oh I(iiiiiiii) don't smoke tobacco and I don't drink no more

Now I(iiiiiiii) like to keep things simple
But I feel high when I'm in your arms