Sept. 1st 2005 "This is the City"

Ah the sounds of a warm summer night. Outside, a dog barks (and barks and barks) a car alarm goes off, our neighbor slamms their door, You hear the hustle of
city traffic passing on a nearby street.(where are they going this time of the night?) The locals honk and shout at each other in phrases I can not
understand. I would close the window but it isn't open.
Inside, the sound of our humming fan is drowned out by my daughter snorting through her cold (she is almost over it). I listen intently as my son hurls him
self over and over again into the side of his bed, screaming (Holly calls it babytalk) all the while without waking up. (he is a wild sleeper, I think this is why he lost that ring of hair) I would go and sleep on the couch but my son just hosed it down as I was a little slow in changing him.
I lay peacefully longing for sleep, my wifes voice breaks my trance,,,,"do you smell poop????????"
In all my sleepless nights I never imagined that phrase, I told her she was imagining things, put my pillow over my head and tried to sleep.

All is right with the world!! Sleep well all.