Contractions were still irregular when I left for work downtown. Now, hours later, I’m still waiting for news. Perhaps Xander’s been born already, perhaps they haven’t even left for the hospital. I suppose I will find out soon, but until then, I’m alright simply enjoying the solitude of my work. As a great bonus, there’s a veritable heap of delicious, untouched food left over from a ritzy party that didn’t (apparently) feel like eating, so now my desk is kindly piled with nibbles of fruit, vegetables, and expensive cheese. (There’s even cheesecake dip, a strange and glorious concotion I may become addicted to, though I didn’t know existed before today.)
News on the home front is the same sort of promising, as Marika’s things continue to dominate the living room a good two weeks after they were meant to be out, but new arrangements are beginning to come together around them anyway. Karen, for example, has painted her room an enchanting light shade of green. It’s like perpetual spring in there now. (I think she made an excellent choice.) Soon I’ll have to follow suit(e), continue reshaping my own space. The cats are adjusting well to her. She’s nice to them, and though they’re not quite conquering her lap whenever she sits down, they’ve begun keeping her company when she’s at her computer and following in front of her when she moves around.
Now if they would only stop falling asleep on my books.
We’re planning on having a movie night soon, showing the new Sigur Ros film, Heima, once everything’s settled. What nights are best for you?