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A Stroll Past Midnight
Stayed up WAY too late last night; I was playing Diablo 2 for quite a while with the clan. Got an old sorceress to 18th level, at which point I was able to use some great equipment and become much more powerful.
After that I caught up a bit on the Daily Kos; my first diary entry was not a great success. Not a miserable failure, but it didn't get rave reviews. I'm okay with that, since it was a somewhat off-the-cuff entry.
By the time I gave up writing replies to comments it was just past midnight. I headed downstairs to get a drink of water, but right after I stepped over the child-gate there was a small noise from Sebastian's room. I stood on the top landing of the stairs as Sebastian opened his door and came into the hallway. He seemed to be almost sleepwalking as he toddled down the hall, right past me. His eyes were downcast, and might have been closed; it was dark, and I couldn't see. But he didn't react to me at all.
He walked over to our bed and climbed up onto it, right over Teri's head. She'd been sleeping, and was a bit distressed to have 40 pounds of toddler pass over her neck and skull; I heard some protesting noises as I hurried over the gate and helped Sebastian get safely to the middle of the bed. He was already out like a light, if indeed he'd ever been awake.
I went downstairs and took care of business. Then back up, picked up my sleeping baby boy, and put him back in his bed. He struggled a little when I held him, but hugged his bear and got quiet once he was in his bed.
At around 5 AM he started shouting; he's been doing that lately. Yesterday morning he was shouting for goldfish (the cracker, not the creature); I guess he must have been hungry. I've found that if I come over and hush him a little, then lie down for a few minutes next to him, he goes right back to sleep.
When I left at 6:10, Sebastian and Teri were both still asleep.
Side note: the Dean College parking lot is getting worse and worse. For the last two days I have arrived at least ten minutes before the train arrives, only to have someone take the last parking space before I can get there. That forces me to miss the train and drive at 90 miles per hour to the last station on the line. It lengthens my commute by 10-20 minutes, which I do not need. It really pisses me off.
Unfortunately it looks like I'll have to start leaving the house at 6AM sharp to get a parking space, which means I'll have to set my alarm clock to wake me at 5:20. This is getting really hard to live with.
After that I caught up a bit on the Daily Kos; my first diary entry was not a great success. Not a miserable failure, but it didn't get rave reviews. I'm okay with that, since it was a somewhat off-the-cuff entry.
By the time I gave up writing replies to comments it was just past midnight. I headed downstairs to get a drink of water, but right after I stepped over the child-gate there was a small noise from Sebastian's room. I stood on the top landing of the stairs as Sebastian opened his door and came into the hallway. He seemed to be almost sleepwalking as he toddled down the hall, right past me. His eyes were downcast, and might have been closed; it was dark, and I couldn't see. But he didn't react to me at all.
He walked over to our bed and climbed up onto it, right over Teri's head. She'd been sleeping, and was a bit distressed to have 40 pounds of toddler pass over her neck and skull; I heard some protesting noises as I hurried over the gate and helped Sebastian get safely to the middle of the bed. He was already out like a light, if indeed he'd ever been awake.
I went downstairs and took care of business. Then back up, picked up my sleeping baby boy, and put him back in his bed. He struggled a little when I held him, but hugged his bear and got quiet once he was in his bed.
At around 5 AM he started shouting; he's been doing that lately. Yesterday morning he was shouting for goldfish (the cracker, not the creature); I guess he must have been hungry. I've found that if I come over and hush him a little, then lie down for a few minutes next to him, he goes right back to sleep.
When I left at 6:10, Sebastian and Teri were both still asleep.
Side note: the Dean College parking lot is getting worse and worse. For the last two days I have arrived at least ten minutes before the train arrives, only to have someone take the last parking space before I can get there. That forces me to miss the train and drive at 90 miles per hour to the last station on the line. It lengthens my commute by 10-20 minutes, which I do not need. It really pisses me off.
Unfortunately it looks like I'll have to start leaving the house at 6AM sharp to get a parking space, which means I'll have to set my alarm clock to wake me at 5:20. This is getting really hard to live with.
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How much farther is it to the last station on the line? That is, would assuming that you're not going to get a parking place at the Franklin-Dean stop and going straight to the last (or other) stop be more efficient?
There is a bit of a shortage of parking there, yeah; it's not a very big lot. There's a lot more parking in Malden for instance. And if they were to put in a mult-level parking garage there'd be less parking for months.