The thing about writing over four thousand of these daily entries is that certain titles will end up being repeated. I’m sure this is one of them. It got coooolll tonight. Chilly out there. Coops is in his winter sweater, the blue and white one with the snowflakes on it and the high turtleneck. He’s so cute. Joy runs so hot and presses up against us so tight, she doesn’t ever need a sweater. She was BORN in the cool weather.
I played a little music today. Played a little Zelda. Woke up early and watched Wrexham beat Wigan Athletic 2-1 on another game-saving goal from Fletcher in the last minutes of the game. It was so exciting! That’s two in a row, just like that. Two wins in a row. Moved us up to second place, just a point behind Birmingham (even though they have what the brits like to call two games “in-hand,” meaning we’ve played two more games than they have, so they’ll likely pick up several more points than us at some point once they catch up). And in a few days, the transfer window opens, meaning they’ll be able to sign the striker we really need to blow the doors off this very good team. If they can manage it. Not a guarantee. A trade involves a partner, you know? We’ll see.
Joy does this thing each night where she gets up on her hind legs over on my side of the bed, put her ears back, gives big puppy eyes, and kinds prances back and forth making little breath snorts with her nose. She wants me to pick her up and put her on the bed. It goes back to when Cooper used to patrol the bottom of the bed and put out the blocking “don’t try to come up here” energy. She’d bypass that by coming over to me on the side and have me pick her up. We call it “papa elevator.” It’s very cute. She just did it, and now she’s in between my legs and let out the biggest, most contented sigh.
Night night.