We slept through a great deal of Saturday, once we got over our bodies' natural instincts to roll out of bed at 7 AM. I've been working regular mornings for so long now, my eyes pop open at that hour daily, and while I may groan, feel very groggy, and I may roll over and go back to sleep, I always acknowledge that unholy hour in some manner. On Saturday I think I stumbled out of bed, mumbled something at the cat, who immediately attacked my feet, made Kirstin some breakfast, and collapsed back in bed. We didn't get up until 11 AM after that, when Kirstin just wouldn't let me sleep any more. Forest was still zonked, and Kirstin wanted to make him breakfast in bed, so the two of us brewed coffee, made a great big stack of pancakes and maple syrup, and went to pounce him horribly. I am truly evil.
Our trip to Indianapolis was hideously long. There is a huge construction zone on the way, and there is literally nothing at all to look at between Kalamazoo and Ft. Wayne, and even LESS between Ft. Wayne and Indianapolis. There isn't even a gas station. No trees. Just farmers' fields as far as the eye can see. It's a 4-hour trip, but it seemed like an eon. To top it off, my body was still trying to deal with the three beers I had the night before, so we kept having to stop so I could be ill. I hadn't felt poorly at all until somewhere in the middle of Indiana, when all hell broke loose. It was a miserable couple of hours, but thankfully it passed before we got to Michele's show. Forest is very sweet about that sort of thing, and I appreciate it.
Michele's show was Romeo and Juliet, a 90-minute version with no intermission, set in a nonexistent time and place. It was pretty bad, but Michele was really good in it. Most of the problems were obvious bad directorial choices. The guy cast as Romeo was awful, and I think he really destroyed the connections between the players with his unfocused performance. It was a long 90 minutes. Afterward we went out with Michele and her friend Joel for the second-best pizza I have ever had, then back for a tour of her apartment. Before we knew it it was 1 AM their time, which is 2 AM our time. It was a really long drive. I fell asleep straight out of Indianapolis, and when I woke up Forest had pulled into a rest area and fallen asleep, too. I propped my eyelids open, drank some caffiene, ate a twinky, and drove 90 MPH all the way home. We didn't pull into our driveway until 7 AM, 6 AM with the time change, and we both had to be at work at 10. After that I had to run a million errands, and fix dinner because Bill, Kathy, and Allyn were coming over. We had guests again, went trick or treating, and got back around 9. I remember dozing on the couch around 9:30, and Forest must have put me in bed, because I don't remember anything else until I woke up in my bed this morning.
He told me he loved me out under the stars while the kids were getting their buckets filled with snickers bars. I knew already, but it was very beautiful to hear him say so. I told him I loved him, too, and meant it down to the bottom of my toes. I do love him, in a bizarre, new, exhilerating, wonderful way, a love that I could only have for him.
I adore that he shows me all his feelings. When I told him I loved him, he was very happy, and grinned ear to ear, and hugged me and told me how happy I made him. When he's upset, he tells me that, too. He shares his frustrations, his contentedness, his anger, his fears, his hopes, everything. Nothing is off limits to me.
Well, I guess that's enough floating and beaming for one day. Sorry for the sappiness!
