I think I'd better set my alarm for 11. Which seems sad to me, but necessary if I'm going to make it to David's dissertation defense.

C rocks my world. And my socks. Except that I'm not wearing any. But he gets me blankets to cover my poor cold toesies. Except that he hasn't called them toesies. Yes, I'm tnored. Tired.

One fabulous moment: my husband saying (in the "honey, I'm home!" voice), "honey, your boyfriend's here!"