Do you ever have one of those nights where you feel like you're just teeming with interesting thoughts and feelings, but when you open up your Livejournal comment to post them, nothing comes off of your fingertips?

I want to make a nice long post about how I feel about my future as a teacher, my aspirations for my distant future, why I would want to die in the first round of a nuclear war, and perhaps discuss, at length, why I find religious faith an attractive quality in a mate despite my deep lack of it.

But nothing comes out.

But nothing comes out.

Take notes.

Hec, can you jump on AIM?

Everyone will be asleep, but man, my Internets were down all day today! It was sad-making. I mean, sure, I spent most of the day running car-related errands (Paul picked Moya up from the shop last night before going to Batman Begins his own self, and thankfully, her repairs wound up being far less than expected--YAY!) or baby-related errands or visiting-pregnant-friend errands, but still. There were whole stretches of minutes in there while I was doing nothing but nursing and could have used my blinvisible online pals!

Smooches to Cass, who is literally living my nightmare, only with more sorrow, less horror. (The one where I actually married one of the evil exes, and no one will get the paperwork to me to finish up the divorce. Seriously. That was my recurring stress dream for years.)

Yay for the car repairs being less than expected Plei! Sorry to hear about your lack of internet access today.

Moya! Nice name, hee.

From Chez Bev, there is nothing to report. DH is reading, I'm playing on the internets, we're listening to a marathon of LotR soundtrack cds and drinking The Elephant coffee from Fresh Market. Nice Sunday.

I've had a pretty good day so far. Did some reading, then went jogging. (Well, more like walking with a few bouts of jogging intersperced.) It's gorgeous out there today -- there were a ton of people out jogging or biking or with boats on the river.

It's going to be another scorcher here, today. It got up to 88 yesterday, I'm not sure what today will be, 90-something I'll bet. Still, I got up 8ish and took a walk before breakfast. Since then I've done dishes, watched some Dark Angel and played on the internets. I'd kinda like to go to the movies, but I don't want to go back outside because my a/c condo is soo comfy.

Today started out with the bris for baby Ish.

Funny, he and I both cried much more over him getting clipped than we did over him getting born.

Seriously. He didn't really cry at all for the first 6 hours of his life. The snipping, however, seemed to be really painful.

But given the wine and the adrenaline pump, it didn't take long for him to snuffle himself back to sleep afterward.

After much Mazel Toving, I'm back home with the pooch-boy seriously considering a nap. Bartleby seems all in favor.

Mazel Tov to the baby...poor thing. I was a wreck when they did Mal's circumcision, but he rallied quickly. Of course, I was partially a wreck with worry that they'd do it wrong, since the doctor's only been doing them for a year (previously, all expats who wanted that service hired the rabbi here), and the first thing he said to me was "We don't do this, because the Turks do this."

So I was just hoping he wouldn't take out a lifetime of nationalistic fervor on my baby.