O’Ceallaigh came home from work last night, bolted a bowl of chicken soup with homemade noodles, sat down on the end of the couch, opened his briefcase and his laptop and remained there working until it was time to get on the 6:30 a.m. bus and return to his office. At midnight I attempted to kiss him good night, but I inadvertantly caused a shadow to fall across his laptop screen. He leaned away from me and continued to type.
I believe I should serve mashed potatoes for dinner tonight so that when he falls asleep in his dinner plate he doesn’t hurt himself.
UPDATE — 12/04/08 — in the comment section. Click here.