Well, I guess it's really happening now
Mar. 3rd, 2012 08:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThe boys have landed. Nay, more: they came, they saw, they conquered.
I got in late last night, and spoke to Karen on the machine-that-flings-voices. Hers was full of grunge; she is not well, my Karen. Mine I guess was full of sleepy. But she had the boys, and they were napping and noshing and nosing around, learning their new space, taking possession. Eyeing up the landscape, plotting the new revolution. Colonising. You know. That.
Then I slept, and this morning I wake to the news that Mac has already figured out how to open the cupboards where the fudz are, and is keenly interested in exploring beyond his current confines. K says she's doomed. But we knew that.
I am just trying to process the fact that my boys are five thousand miles away, and I'm not. What's with that?
I got in late last night, and spoke to Karen on the machine-that-flings-voices. Hers was full of grunge; she is not well, my Karen. Mine I guess was full of sleepy. But she had the boys, and they were napping and noshing and nosing around, learning their new space, taking possession. Eyeing up the landscape, plotting the new revolution. Colonising. You know. That.
Then I slept, and this morning I wake to the news that Mac has already figured out how to open the cupboards where the fudz are, and is keenly interested in exploring beyond his current confines. K says she's doomed. But we knew that.
I am just trying to process the fact that my boys are five thousand miles away, and I'm not. What's with that?