well the week was pretty much a bust - no good foods, the aliens have been kind of quiet and Nicky is in Siberia.
I have channeled my inner Gramma Trixie and have been staring at the mom when when she sleeps at night. She's fascinating. Snork, drool, snork snork snork, drool, snork, turn over. repeat. I should make a movie of it. Every once in a while i reach out and slap her in the forehead. that's always fun too.