Windy Twilley

Yarn keeps me from opening fire.


The End is at Hand

Tyler has discovered that his bed no longer has bars. He can get into it (and, more importantly, out of it) whenever he wants.

Two nights ago I tucked him in and took the dog out. When I returned, Tyler came running from the kitchen.
"I was just looking for my flashlight, mama," he said, as though this made it okay. "I need to see the dark."


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