the night goes on

happiness heads into his mom's bedroom to sleep on the new pillow i gave him last week, missing his mom and finding more peace and quiet and darkness than there is out in the living room where i am watching tv, doing laundry, cleaning, sorting, organizing, and walking around a lot... last night he stayed out here with me, but i was quieter and he was adjusting to his first night waiting for mom to come home... he adjusts better on the second night... all animals deal with separation and loneliness differently, probably a whole lot more simply than human animals...

and the tv heads into the infomercial crap that dominates late night... maybe these people believe that their messages are heard subliminally by people falling asleep with the tv on and maybe they are right... they don't pay for the air time without some proof that the money they spend is worth it... luckily psych stayed on and then dr. who took over... tv distractions keep the waves (is that a storm brewing and lapping at my door?) of loneliness from what, burning me, swallowing me, drowning me, overcoming me with the desperation that loneliness can bring...

i did mention i'd be getting a mite repetitious, aye?...