I’m home on my own this afternoon. It’s kind of a nice change to have the apartment to myself (with Lyra, of course.) She’s asleep in the sling across my chest. When she slept earlier, I did too, and it was very nice.
Adam’s parents are flying back to Toronto this afternoon; we had breakfast with them this morning before they left. Adam’s off helping my brother Chris move into his new apartment, and later he’s going out to the fireworks with Jordy. I would go, but the idea of coming home at eleven by transit with Lyra is exhausting to even think about, let alone attempt. Especially since she’s been a bit cranky the past couple of days (diaper rash, unfortunately, but it’s getting better now.)
I’m trying to decide if I should actually get digital television… I haven’t had any sort of cable since 2002 or so. I kind of like not having it, just because it means I don’t turn on the tv and tune out. Lately, however, I’m up at all hours of the day and night and not able to do much of anything besides sitting still to feed Lyra… tuning out to television would actually be kind of nice. Our selection of very fuzzy channels we get on the rabbit ears either turn off in the middle of the night or show the same infomercials every night. The daytime selection isn’t much better, most of the time. If I’m going to watch mindless tv, I think I’d at least like it to be Discovery Channel mindlessness. So basically I’ve convinced myself that I want digital TV… except that I feel guilty to want tv, since I’ve survived so long without it really.
I’m watching the Beatles A Hard Day’s Night at the moment. I haven’t figured out if there’s a plot yet, but it is amusing at least.
Lyra’s fidgeting… I should walk around a bit or something.