It was cold, gray and rainy all day, but I slept so well last night that for the first time in three days I actually woke up feeling refreshed and ready to go, even with the weather. I didn't have any flights, so I did things like catch up on my logbook, housework, walk on the treadmill for a good while for the first time in several days, and of course, vote. I was voter number 350 today. There was one guy on the ballot who didn't have anyone opposing him, so he was going to be voted back in anyway, but I didn't vote for him, I just didn't vote for that spot at all. See, I had flown him around in the past, and I happened to know he was a sleezeball who would happily abuse his power to get what he wants, with no regard for what's right. So, no thanks, he'll win anyway, but I won't help him do it.
When Kaylee got home from school today, she was wiped out. She sat on my lap and we talked for awhile, and then she curled up on me and put her head on my shoulder. I said "Oh no, you can't go to sleep here." She went to sleep there. Passed out cold. After about half an hour I asked Steve to hand me my iPad and my earphones and I finished watching a show. Finally after about an hour and a half, my right arm was asleep, fingers tingling, and I woke her up. I started to wake her up right away, but, you know, she's almost 14 years old, and she doesn't hardly fit on my lap any more, and I'm sure there won't be a lot more times where I get to hold my baby while she sleeps. Don't tell her I said that. So I just relaxed and enjoyed the view. She still has cute little ears. Don't tell her I said that either. ;)
Oh, we gave her the best costume award last night, and she wasn't sure what to think about it at first as she'd been in bed, but after a few minutes she laughed and then said she would keep it forever. Just tonight she came back in with it, said she really appreciated it, that it's silly and funny and that it means a lot to her because she knows we were thinking about her and love her.
She's a good kid...
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