The Hourglass Has No More Grains of Sand

The hourglass has no more grains of sand,

My watch is stopped no more turning hands.

The little hand shakes its fist,

The face is hanging out on a spring...

--Squeeze, The Hourglass

OK deep breath, Here We Go

It's time. "Lucy" is on her way to the hospital in L.A. We just got off the phone with her, and she sounds well, like a woman about to have a baby. She's OK though, and that is the main thing. Due to the late hour, we're gonna have to stick it out here until morning. The Pet Hotel is already closed for the night, and won't be ready to take The Boys until tomorrow at 8. That's way later then we wanted to leave, but you can't time these things can you? Now we're headed into The Longest Night. On the bright side, we'll be sure to have everything ready for departure. We did most of our prep work last night and today, so there's not much left to do. Lots of cuddling with The Boys, that's for sure. I'm going to miss them terribly. So we begin The Great Hollywood Adventure Episodes of Those Two Daddies.

Please send out all your good energy, and if you believe in that sort of thing I guess I'll allow a prayer or two, to our birth mother Lucy...right now, she's the one we need to be thinking of above all else.