Friday, February 22, 2013

Siblings, Sleep, & the Bathroom Sink

Dear John,
Today was mostly about the animals. That's because there's snow with ice under it, and I didn't go anywhere all day. I did laundry and a few chores - nothing exciting.
I woke up this morning dreaming that I couldn't breathe. And I really couldn't. That was because the dog was sleeping on my head and he had my neck bent funny. I suppose he had moved my head into the position that was most comfortable for him to stretch out on. The cat was spread-eagled over my feet (which were nice and warm). I never know who will be where when I wake up. Jethro was cuddly all day and Hunter seemed to want some alone-time. So the cat slept in the office chair and the dog spent most of the day in my lap.

Lately the cat wants to be in the bathroom sink while I'm trying to get ready in the morning. Jethro has assessed the problem and developed a strategy - when I'm in the bathroom and Hunter comes in, he grabs the cat by the neck a drags him back into the bedroom. He's gentle about it, but very determined. And I really do appreciate it. Hunter seems to accept Jethro's authority - whether due to size or seniority, I have no idea. And Jethro is maturing into the older-sibling role, but he still has some times of wanting to be the only child again.

They're fascinating to watch. I'm sorry you're missing all this entertainment. I still can't get my head around the fact that you're not coming back. When I re-arranged some things in the bedroom, I stepped back and looked at it and thought, "I can't wait to show this to John when he gets home! He'll love it." I still store up things all day that I want to tell you about later - that's the reason you have these letters to read. And when something major happens, I still reach for the phone to text you at work. But, as we've noted before, my calling plan doesn't reach that far. Oh, how I wish it did!

That's all the news here. We're all off to bed. I wish you could come with us!

Love you with all my heart,

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