November 17th, 2003

Secret Doors

Sequelae to my phone post....

...or I could be too tired, O Best Beloved, to do anything but go to sleep. That's what I get for wanting to talk to my Angel so much I stayed up past midnight to do so.
It was, all in all, an anticlimactic day. Tomorrow must be better.

However, tomorrow night I am on call again. I shall bring my Shain to the hospital with me, and we will blog perhaps in the dark hours of the night. Maybe the babies will cooperate, and I will get a delivery.
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