I had all these deep, flowing currents of blog fodder on my brain last night. We'd (me and Lola) had taken Unca Buh to dinner for Veteran's Day, I was testing the replacement power cord ($94 are you freakin' kidding me?) and Lola was post-tubbies Elmo-PJ'd snuggling on me. I wanted to crack open the laptop, navigate to a new post, and describe the simple completeness.
Instead I videotaped Lola singing a couple songs (posts shortly), took a Tylenol PM and crashed to Sex and the City reruns. A different simplicity, I guess.