Me:  Let’s go to bed.

Shannon:  Good plan.  You kept me up way too late last night.

M:  I kept you – you kept me.

S:  How did I keep you up too late, Mr. Pokey-fingers?  I was rolled over and going to sleep.

M:  Well, yes.  Obviously.  You know what that does to me.

S:  <stunned look>

M:  I mean, I’m only human, and if you’re going to lie there and do nothing, quietly going to sleep, what do you expect is going to happen?

S:  Are you ever aware of the noises that come out of your face?  When your mouth is open, do your ears close, or do they just not process?  I’m only asking because I’m curious.

This should probably be three posts, but I’m too tired of dealing with it to break it out.  I may or may not edit it into decent shape — some day.  This is the culmination of three months’ events, so just try to suss it out or go read Girl Genius or something.

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We have endured what should be the last in-home personal confrontation without referees with Larry’s children.  I feel as if I have laid something heavy down.  Shannon and I are alternately possessed of high vigor and utter lack.

This has not been a charming several months for us.  It ended well, with an optimistic sort of business that I’ll illuminate later.

Or something.  Fill in your own title.

Larry died.   (more…)