Bella and Tiger -

On the drive home from Berkeley, Bella and Tiger hopped out of their box.  I drove part of the way with them hopping all about, until finally, Bella settled herself on my lap.  She does that again now.  I think they are telling me it is time for bed.  I hope so.  Wouldn't it be lovely if we all had the same sleeping schedule?   Last night, I could hear my mole friend out in the yard.  Now, I'll have active friends inside.  Why did we do this?   I think we are insane, and maybe that is a good way to be.  It seems right somehow in the light, and at night.  Ah, I need to check out the moon.  I'm sure it is serene, as life scampers under my feet.

Sleep tight!