Friday, September 27, 2002

Well, this is a strange feeling.

The strangeness begins with last night. You may recall that on Monday night, Baby Joseph slept for a record six hours in a row, giving his mother all sorts of hope, hopes that were immediately dashed the next two nights by the same old routine of restlessness.

Last night - 7 hours. Almost 8, actually - from 8:30 to 4 am, at which point he woke up, needed some cuddling, then went back to sleep until 7:30. Dare I resurrect my hope?

And now, the strangeness continues as Michael, Joseph and Michael's friend Tony have headed off to Huntington for the morning. They're going to the might OSV offices, then to a couple of religious order houses - one sold to a Protestant church, the other a retirement home for sisters of the order (Victory Noll), and then to an orchard to pick some apples. They'll come back here in the early afternoon then Michael and Tony will head over Ohio way to meet up with friend Brian, who's coming in from Florida, and then the three of them will spend the week doing sports-related things, culminating in the Bengals-Bucs game on Sunday.

So - I had a good night's sleep. I'm alone. I'm astonished.

Pierre Toussaint and Rose Hawthorne Lathrop await, and I'll get to them soon enough. For now...quiet.

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