Wednesday, January 11, 2012

In the middle of the night

Sometimes when the grandchildren are here, I wake up and slide through the dark house like a ghost, waiting to hear if one of them wakes up.

I was going to write a blog but then I got tired.  So I think I'll go back to bed.


  1. I am sure there is more on the ghost's mind during those times gliding through the dark house at night, and if said ghost ever feels like sharing that here, there are quite a few readers waiting.
    Sleep well!

  2. Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite.