The clock is chasing midnight and here I sit, still staring at the glowing computer screen.  My eyes are tired, but my mind is just bumbling along like there’s no tomorrow when, in fact, there will be soon.

I have nothing profound to say–I don’t know if I could speak profoundly at this hour anyway–but I do have several small doors to knock on before I go to bed.

1)  I charted out my family tree starting with my grandparents on my dad’s side.  I am finding it interesting to see that, while my grandparents had 6 children and 3 of those 6 children had 3 to 6 children of their own, of all of the grandchildren (my generation), none have more than three children.  It seems the cost of living is going up so the amount of children is going down.

2)  I spotted a name tonight, Walker, that I love.  My mind immediately tried to place it with a little boy and I laughed out loud in the car as I said it out loud, “Walker Crall.”  The poor child would be mercilessly teased.  “Hey, kid, are you going to walk or crawl today?”  (I feel like I always must make a post note whenever I talk about children online…  I am happily, so happily, childless right now.  Someday, someday, but I am in no rush.  I love these moments where I get Kevin to myself and we can plan adventures at the flip of a coin.  We are happy and while we will also be happy someday if we have children, we are happy right now.  And that is important to note.)

3)  Panera serves up the best onion soup.  There, I said it.

4)  I do not like country music and I do not like dirty floors, but I am a sucker for good ribs.  That being said, I braved my pride to eat at Texas Roadhouse last night.  (I do not like it’s name because it sounds like roadkill.  And I am also the furthest thing you’ll find from a cowgirl!)  They served me the best ribs I’ve ever eaten in my life.  They fell off the bone so easily that I could clean the bone with a fork.  Look, Ma, no messy hands!

5)  The last door I’m knocking on tonight is that I’m scared of the dark.  Yes, I admit it.  (Overcoming this fear is on my bucket list.)  My husband thinks I’m crazy because I have to pave a trail ahead of him every night so that I can turn on the lights in the next room while he turns off the lights in the room we’re leaving.  He’s gone tonight so it will take me extra long to turn on the lights in the bedroom, then turn off the lights in the living room, then turn off the main bedroom light while keeping the lamp on, then getting into bed and turning off the lamp, signaling the automatic night light into action.  I know, silly.  My father would cringe if he saw me right now with every single light on in the condo, yes, in rooms I’m not even inhabiting.  (Kevin is much like my father in that he would cringe too if he saw me right now.)

So off to bed I go, braving the darkness and sprawling across the entire bed tonight.  Aggghhhh…I do love a good sprawl!  I tell Kevin we need a king-size bed, but he says that it will only encourage me to take up even more space than I already require.  I’m a sprawler, a tosser, a vivid dreamer, and sometimes, even an attacker in my sleep.  (The attacking is only as a result of one of my nightmares.)

So one light, two lights, three lights, four…into bed.  (Don’t forget, lock the door!)