It's Sunday morning and I am up.

As per the title, that is the only reason I am posting right now. Yeah, I know; I made you look. Sorry about that. Normally, about an hour ago, my DW would have come out of the bedroom to wake my sorry tail that once again fell soundly asleep on the couch and she covered up with a blanket. As it is, with her away, I still fall asleep on the couch with the TV and light on after ushering the child to bed. However, I rarely sleep well and tend to get up before any of the alarms go off from fear that I would oversleep and be late; yes, even on weekends.

So, I have been up from just before 4AM and took advantage of TMN's (The Movie Network, for our US cousins) Bond-apallooza that has been going on all week since they debuted showing Casino Royale. This included showings of the original, psuedo-Bond version with David Niven and Peter Sellers (they also showed back to back Scarface movies with Al Pacino and then the original). So, I ended up watching most of the now barely tolerable License to Kill. Unlike a lot of folks, I don't think Timothy Dalton was horrible in the role but I do see how bad the writing and some of the acting was in it. Seeing it now, it definitely makes it seem less believable by suspended beliefs standards. The child and I watched Casino Royale together on Friday night; she is on punishment but I hate watching movies alone anymore. Besides, I have been so sick and not sleeping well this week, I ended up dozing off on the chaise till morning not long after the movie started.

The child can be a handful at times, and we have had our challenges recently but there is no doubt that she loves us. While Pam has been away, she has been watching over me, making sure I eat, take my vitamin C and my various medications. Tonight I was very emotional with her because far too often nowadays it just seems like we are so disconnected and distant. That is not how I grew up and not at all how I envisioned my parenting. I often question myself in that regard and hope I have learned enough over the last sixteen plus years to be able to correct some of my missteps the next time around. My parents may not have been perfect but, they did lots of things right to have helped me become the person I am today and for that I thank them.

I hope one day, our children will feel the same way.

DW, I miss you.

Peace.

V.