2-hour delay (as he wished), after school activities cancelled, and Crossfit cancelled. The wind howled outside and we made our nests inside, mythankfulboy at his console and me at my fire. I joined him briefly at his activity of choice, and he showered when I told him to and switched from gaming to Youtube (trade up? down?) for a while before we switched to spelling. Tonight the words “firmament”, “palliative”, and “terra-cotta” eluded him and went on sticky notes. The dog was on his bed for the second night in a row. This is something I have said no to for, oh, 7 years or so, and suddenly this week I heard myself saying, “See if you can get him up there”. When I change my mind about something, I often find out about it along with everyone else. But, the dog slept through the night for the first time in years, and so I’m going with it.
I just jinxed myself, didn’t I?
We lit the chalice and our thanksgivings were quick and easy. B was thankful the dog could sleep on his bed, and I was thankful the dog was sleeping on his bed so I could stay in mine. May it be so.