Hello from the Public Library. ^_^ Jack is clicking away at a Barney game at the terminal next to mine; and Nutbaby is nestled in his sleek red stroller, happily eating his foot and watching the scary purple dinosaur frolic across the screen.

James told me last night that this (his 26th) had been the best birthday he'd had in a long while. I was happy to hear it. He seemed a bit overwhelmed by the cooking and the present and the general fuss I made, but he was unmistakably pleased nevertheless. After dinner (penne pasta with sausage, onion & pepper sauce, salad, Italian bread, brownies for dessert), we curled up in the living room and watched Gangs of New York. I believe I distracted him sufficiently that his memory of certain scenes will be a bit fuzzy. 0:) The best part was curling up and falling asleep together at the end of the night. It was the first time he'd ever stayed over at my place, and I can't express how grateful I was to feel him warm beside me when my clock radio went off in the morning.

No matter my misgivings and insecurities when we are apart, the time we spend together always seems to drift by in a fuzzy haze. Isn't it disgusting?

Still not speaking to mother.

No Jack don't hit the keyboard :O