Midnights, March: 28

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I LONG FOR IMMORTALITY NOT BECAUSE I WANT TO LIVE FOREVER BUT BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO REWATCH ALL THE EMBARRASSING THINGS I’VE DONE WHEN MY LIFE FLASHES BEFORE MY EYES.

Most of which took place today.

Anyway.

Albie is very much GETTING AROUND now. It's a little frightening. He needs SO much supervision + retrieval (I'm trying to establish the dogs’ bed as a “safe zone” free from grabby hands, but that feels like an exercise in futility. He just loves them so much! He has a special shriek for when he sees them, even if he last saw them two minutes ago). Back when he was little more than a blob with eyes, I could step away for seconds at a time before he would make a little squawk as if to ask, “Where are you going, Mama—MAMA?! WHERE ARE YOU GOING AGAIN.” Now I am the one watching him with wide, unblinking eyes, saying, “Where are you going, Albie—ALBIE. WHERE ARE YOU GOING. ALBIE. COME BACK.”

But he is gone.