I am currently sitting at our "kitchen" table, hopped up on cold medicine, trying to find the phone number for our dentist so I can cancel tomorrow's appointment. Speaking for myself only, I have to say going to the dentist with a cold is just way too much for the average American to even contemplate. It's not the impending pain I am trying to shy away from, or the annual lesson that I know I will recieve on how to floss properly. The thing I fear, as an American hopped up on cold medicine, is that the dentist will take advantage of my state and talk me into gold caps with little hummingbird imprints flitting around on my molars. I am fairly sure my health plan would not cover the hummingbirds.

Our Little Hummingbird, a.k.a. The Choogler has recently decided that sleeping at night is so un-hip that he will never do it again. Last night Austin fell asleep at dusk, only to wake up as I was laying down to go to sleep at just past dusk. As I was sick and floating around our apartment high on Benydryl my accounting of the horrors of last night may not be accurate. Actually, I am fairly certain I missed large chunks of the heroic sturggle undertook in our home to get Austin into his bed. I just remember David and I taking turns trying to get Austin back to sleep, often interrupting each other's attempts with snipey remarks and bitter feelings. And David was trying to study for an enormous comprehensive exam that requires him to think like a five hundred year old Chinese man, for two straight days!!!!

At some point, Austin fell asleep on the couch and we put a blanket on him and went to bed. Yep, our son is a couch sleeping hipster, David is now an ancient Chinese man who likes to drink wine and I am a humingbird who has recently raided the medicine cabinet. The cats, they seem rather non-plussed at all this.