I can't believe I'm awake and Andy went to bed. I've always fancied myself a bit of a night owl and a tad of of a control freak *wink* so when Andy and I first started dating, of course, I lost the remote control (pun intended but can't find the italics button) and thought "he'll be asleep soon and that remote will be all mine, no more History Channel and back to my reruns of thoughtless 90s sitcoms". But that's not the way it worked out at all. He'd be awake until at least 1 or 2 am and I just couldn't compete so I finally gave in and learned a lot in the process. Although there have been those rare occasions when he would doze off and I would quietly reach my hand across his chest to the remote, he'd growl and grab the remote in his sleep. Is this innate in every single man on earth? I'm thinking yes, yes it is.
We've been watching a lot of PBS recently. Who knew it was so good? Lots on the Holocaust. Heavy heavy stuff and really amazing stories. We watched a story of six women in their 70s and 80s who survived Auschwitz telling their stories whilst laughing and flirting with the interviewer. If they can go through something so intense, live to talk about it and enjoy what's in front of them right now, we'll I'm inspired beyond words and if they can go through that, I can go through anything and I mean anything.
Ok, so Andy went to bed and I'm very proud to say that I've moved on from thoughtless 90s sitcoms but I do admit I'm watching reruns of Monk. I just can't let it go. I loved that show. Hey TS, if you're reading this, please come back. Perhaps do a reunion, but not like the The Brady Reunion. That was cheesy and unrealistic because you know the entire series was realistic and that's the way we liked it.
I'm dyslexic, left-handed, 2 + 2 never = 4 and although I type about 70 wpm, I can't type as fast as all the things that are going on in my head. So, this will probably explain a lot as you read my posts. It's just my thing. I like my thing, I'm Ok with it.

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