I�m really tired, and I can�t stay up long. It�s strange to see how quickly life resumes its usual course- Oscar�s back to his usual routine of waking me up in the morning, having a lil walk then coming back to cuddle with me while I drink my morning cup of coffee� hanging about the house together until it�s time for walk again and time for me to leave for work. When I come home, he sits at my feet while I have my dinner and I give him the last bite of whatever it is I�m having. Usually, I read a book while I enjoy my dinner. Then, I come over here to the computer to write my entry while having a cup of herbal tea or, if the day�s work has been especially trying, something a bit more medicinal. Then we have our �just-before-bedtime� trips- his, just up and down the street, mine, a nip into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair and use the toilet. Life is good, if a little predictable.

I�m in to work early tomorrow, so I should really get to bed. I was just all wrapped up in the new piece I�m working on and didn�t see what time it was until my eyes started to close of their own accord. I figured I�d update very quickly then climb into bed with Oscar.

I've been listening to Lizzie West's Chariots Rise over and over all day today... it's one of those songs I hear and wish I could have written. Beautiful.