I just received what I'm going to call fan mail, from my friend and former Ryerson classmate. Star Trek bookmarks and Wonder Woman stationary! What more could a girl ask for? Now I have to buy stamps so I can send some super hero snail mail.
This letter came at the perfect time. I've been feeling a bit sorry for myself because I'm suffering from the cold that has infected half of Burlington (I suppose it could have infected the other half as well, but haven't talked to everyone in town). Last night was a good night because I actually slept and so did Jadzia.
The night before, on the other hand, was a different story. I was all sniffly and snory and mouth breathey and having trouble falling asleep. As soon as I found a pontentially tolerable position, my husband (who is a light sleeper) asked me to turn over because he couldn't sleep with all my obnoxious breathing. I tried to accomodate, but Adam eventually went to sleep in William's room.
Then Jadzia woke up screaming. She's just as miserable as I am, with a constant stream of slime oozing from her nostrils, and an appetite for boob to soothe her sore throat. From 4 am onward she refused to leave me alone. She showed no interest in sleep and would not stop screaming unless she had one of my breasts shoved into her mouth. Finally I brought her into my bedroom, where she crawled all over the place, fell off the bed, played with the clock radio, sorted the dirty laundry, and eventually fell asleep with her upper body on my bed and her legs dangling off the side. I slept a little until 7, when William came into my room. He leapt onto the bed, causing Jadzia to slide onto the floor, although miraculously she stayed asleep for another 2-3 minutes. I was so exhausted I called my parents for help, but everyone was busy.
Last night was so much better (because it included sleep), and the letter in the morning's mail was enough to make the day start with smiles.