Franklinsanity

3 AM, somewhere near Fontana, KS, am awakened by a spotlight in my face.

It’s the moon. Shining through the window of our bedroom.

The darn thing has followed us all the way from Tahoe!

(Ever since she was a baby, The Saucy Empress has been told the moon is “hers.”  Teddy gets the stars. This is already biting us in the ass at their school.)

So I will blame Quinn at breakfast for waking me up. Fun!

It’s quiet. Profoundly quiet.

Too quiet?  Have the walkers got the dogs?  Tempted to wake Kelly and ask.

Wisely decide not to.

Moon behind a cloud. Back to sleep!