And I am listening to it, in my living room. I'm awake. Ted, my excellent companion hedgehog, is sleeping on my legs. I'm surprised he isn't stirring; it's his time to party, being nocturnal and all. I've turned a bit nocturnal - I guess because hormones? Because I'm, well, pregnant. Which is crazy. But in a good way.
I've had nausea this week - since Christmas day, actually - and a mildish cold, though the two together are... a recipe for binge-eating Lucky Charms, and that's about it. Well, and binge-watching and binge-reading and of course, binge-sleeping. I've watched The Pacific, and am reading The Turner House, after I read three other books. Reading more: a requirement for this year, and for every year after, hopefully. Haven't had much energy to write, though I've thought a good deal about my projects, usually at 2AM when I'm trying to sleep. I'll get to them soon. In earnest.
School starts next week; a lighter semester for me. Which is good, after last semester's non-stop pace. (Ted just randomly huffed and puffed. Apparently, he doesn't like my going back to school.) Right now, I'm kind of in stay-still mode, so I'm not really thinking too far ahead - not in terms of major plans. But, I am hopeful that all will be well and interesting and good. Being 37 and pregnant for the first time - well, I have some anxieties, though none of them are for me. I just want everything to be ok. And I will venture to say - don't we all? I know Ted does. Ted Hedgerson, of the Cleveland Hedgersons.
That's all for now. I will write more about everything, starting now; I DO have more time.
Praise Ted. (Why not?)