He only had one show last night so he got home earlier than usual-always a cause for excitement. He greets the dogs and kisses me. We sit and chat for a bit, smoke a bowl and make jokes through the end of a Brendan Frazier movie; he is not pleased that Tom Cruise is heading up the next Mummy movie. I agree that is some bullshit. I kiss him and head to bed as my day started at 4AM. I take off my bra and don’t even bother getting out of my sweater dress before I snuggle under the covers. I’m watching a stupid video before dozing off when he wanders into the bedroom and lays halfway on the bed. He rests his head on my stomach and peeks up at me over the covers. I run my nails over his scalp and he crawls up to kiss me. I am exhausted but I know I cannot help myself.