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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Rest and Relaxation


I don't even know how he still does this, but here's the Damonater, worn out from the beach. He turns into one of those pillbugs who burp and toot through the outtakes of "A Bug's Life" that had me in tears, those rolypoly bugs that the kids used to play with at the old bus stop, like a comma.  




Sound asleep in the middle of the beach house's living room, despite everything going on around him. And I swear his head is tucked under the arm of that chair!

And then there's Thing One in HER comfy reading spot back home:


They remind me of my favorite childhood book by Dr. Seuss, Sleep Book:

Everywhere, 
Creatures
Have shut off their voices.
They've all gone to bed
In the beds of their choices.

They're sleeping in bushes. They're sleeping in crannies.
Some on their stomachs, and some on their fannies.

They also remind me of Billy Joel, who sings something about, "people tell you you can't sleep alone in a strange place, then they tell you you can't sleep with somebody else. Ah but sooner or later you sleep in your own space; either way it's okay- you wake up with yourself!"

Something along those lines. It's from "My Life" and I take no credit for any of it. 

I love sleeping.


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