Everyone else is asleep... so I just had to burst in here for a minute and scribble something.
I just got back from the most extraordinarily wonderful night out with my birthday girl, Beth who turned ten today. We saw Hugo in 3D and it was perfect. It's very old fashioned feeling, lots of books, a mystery with a perfect little dash or romance. We were like two giddy girls coming out of that theater. If only every day could be her birthday... On our way home we saw the moon... the moon! It was low and orange and only a sliver of it was showing, so close you'd think you could touch it!
Now I'm sitting here, eating a bit of apple pie (it's not very good cold) and drinking a bit of coffee and waiting for my chicken carcass to boil into broth, which, it has just struck me, is an exceptional exercise in futility. It takes pretty much all day to get a good chicken broth. I think I was just desperate to get any good out of that disaster of a meal, plus I have an inordinate amount of work to do.
Eli is in his seat beside me, he keeps making noises, cooing and crying in his sleep. It's just adorable.