A Musing Mother 6

Today's guest blogger is my husband. It's a surprise because he has no idea!   This blogging thing has some surprising benefits. Like it makes me giggle to think of him reading this right now. And all his colleagues. And his employees. They read my blog, too. An email he sent me: How are you doing?  You sure write a lot about being old recently.  Let me tell you a few things: 1. You're beautiful, and not just because you look good.  Which you do by the way. 2. I love you and your age has no bearing on that. 3. This age thing is so telestial.  50 years from now we'll laugh at the fact we even thought about it and we'll be together in our little home in the sky hoping our kids aren't worrying too much about it.  I wonder if you can blog in heaven?

It's 2:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. My partner in crime is a calico cat. We're supposed to be surreptitious. I sat her down and explained the definition to her. I thought she'd understand. She's the queen of stealth. She starts attacking her unseen enemy.  Pounce. Then she started to meow. Shhh. People are asleep. The tall one wakes up. He stumbles out of bed. I hear his dragging footsteps in the hall. Quick! Close the computer! No illumination. He walked right past me. He thinks I'm still in bed with him. I'm snickering Then I wonder Why aren't I in bed with him?