December 25, 2004
Winter wonder land
Desert Christmas day; outside the wind is howling and sand has filled our living room in a millimetre or more of layered film. Thank you very much oh desert winds. We really appreciate that while we were trying to stay cool in the night WITHOUT the AC, leaving the balcony door open, that you would be so thoughtful as to blow wildly and steadily day for 24 hours and bring so much of the desert’s core into our living room. No really thanks.
Not a creature in the house is stirring, except me and my little son. Having fed and changed him I now entertain him By writing with a half a mind by computer and cooing alternately. Not even the unfortunate roach - that met is end by a special paste spread by anti-roach specialists last week – here at my feet, is stirring. It’s 14:00 on the 25th already and Everyone else… sleeps. Must now to the shouting of my son attend. Merry Christmas. It’s my turn because my wife is awful tired from three hours of sleep last night and because it’s the weekend.
Not a creature in the house is stirring, except me and my little son. Having fed and changed him I now entertain him By writing with a half a mind by computer and cooing alternately. Not even the unfortunate roach - that met is end by a special paste spread by anti-roach specialists last week – here at my feet, is stirring. It’s 14:00 on the 25th already and Everyone else… sleeps. Must now to the shouting of my son attend. Merry Christmas. It’s my turn because my wife is awful tired from three hours of sleep last night and because it’s the weekend.
