I Don’t Question The Sun, What Good Does That Do?

[lilithsaintcrow]

Dawn came up, dancing in rose and orange veils. She seemed pretty happy, and just nodded at me while I shambled about getting my coffee and getting everyone ready for the day. I told the Princess the dawn was colorful today, and she was briefly surprised. “It’s that early? Wow. Well, mine is not to question solar activity.”

Kids are funny. We had a whole conversation about Charge of the Light Brigade last night. Mine is not to question why. That was the hallmark phrase all last night, while my friend Red watched Terminator 4 with us.

Man, even a sweaty, dirty Christian Bale couldn’t save that movie. (TJ Tradekraft says it follows some of the books pretty closely, I’ve never read them so I don’t know.) I just kept flashing back to American Psycho and sniggering, “Watch out! He’s got a coathanger!”

Today I’m going to go do something that I haven’t done in a long time. Alone. I’ve been doing a lot of things alone in the last six months. This one will actually be pleasant. I’ll report on it later.

Alone’s not so bad. And in any case, who am I to question the solar activity?

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