An Aside - and Later

Well, there's the culprit. I swear, if he's eaten more of my shoes, that is it. I'll box him and send him down to Amy in 'bama, where they know how to cook those bad boys.

So, I suppose I get to stay put, which is good, and I managed to keep my head down and read a decent book today. Transgressions, edited by Ed McBain, had some pretty good stories in there, especially the one by Stephen King. When he's good, I really like him, and now I feel less like whipping a copy of The Dark Tower at his head.

I don't know. Things are odd, the air is a bit tense, and I feel like digging up my copy of The Waste Land. Anyone else feel like that?
Go ahead and turn the music to "Fallen For You" if you haven't heard it already. It's one of those days.

Late Night Update:

So, Alex is asleep and I’m not. Just so you know, she happens to snore too, only I suppose it’s more of a light rasping of breath. And she’s a pretty deep sleeper. I could run my hand along her spine, or press my face into her hair and the back of her neck, and she’ll just sigh and move closer. I want to wake her up, but at the same time, I don’t. There are questions I feel like I should ask her, and I know there’re answers I should give her. While she’s asleep, that’s all on pause. When she moves against me, it’s all simple. I can make believe it’s all really that easy.

Sometimes, it’s that way during the day, too. Like I said before, talking to Alex about everyday stuff goes really well. We don’t interact much at work, so we can keep things on an even keel there. Afterwards, it’s comfortable, not been-there-boring comfortable, but a good relaxed sort of thing. But occasionally, it’s like we’re avoiding talking about the other things, like we’re holding still from something. I don’t know if I’m worried that that something is drifting away or getting closer. I have no idea how normal people go about this sort of thing. I don’t have a name for what I feel about this.