As I sit down to write today's thoughts, in the corner of my eye I see a little hand waving. A coo becomes a growl and it's cuddle time. At this hour! He's chatting so loud he'll wake the whole house. So, for now I shall retire for the night and think about what I was going to write, and contemplate the fact that tv just sucks all the poetry out of my head.
It's another day tomorrow.