A doting Uncle Scott with one of his great-nieces.
He gets all googly the moment there is a baby in the vicinity and it's one of my favourite things about him. He is also affectionate toward dogs and cats and never gets snarky when without consultation or warning I bring a new pet home either to visit or to stay. Another of my favourite things about him.
It's 2:30 a.m. and I'm at the computer, munching, because I had to get up and eat. Otherwise I'd have lain awake another god-knows-how-many hours. Peanut butter toast and a side of cottage cheese; let's call it a very early breakfast. A midnight snack would be more along the lines of tortilla chips, in this house.
Here's what I know about my sleepless nights, which there have been few of since my late teens when I was fool enough to drink coffee in the evenings: around 3 a.m. I get hungry; at 5 a.m. I get cold. No matter where I am or what I'm doing.
Now Playing (quietly, of course): Randy Bachman's latest, a — wait for it! -- jazz album:
Sleep issues are annoying, I keep waking up between 2 and 3 every night then toss and turn the remainder and get up feeling drained. Hope your back to your regular schedule sleep soon. Is it nap time yet?
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