"Jonathon Seagull spent the rest of his days alone, but he flew way out beyond the Far Cliffs. His one sorrow was not solitude, it was that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them; they refused to open their eyes and see. He learned more each day... What he had once hoped for the Flock, he now gained for himself alone; he learned to fly, and was not sorry for the price that he had paid." (Richard Bach)
Monday, October 18, 2010
That was me falling off the bed at 3am this morning.
Who does that? Who actually falls off the bed?
Stupid boys taking up the whole bed! It's a good thing they are cute.