Sunday, July 12, 2026

Eleven in her bed

Eleven puts herself to bed when she sees me going to bed.

In the morning, I haven't been able to capture it in a photo yet, but when I turn the lights on and open the blinds and say "HI HONEY!" she writhes in delight like a baby does when her parents come to get her out of the crib. 


We communicate seamlessly and know each other exceedingly well. It is a special relationship. 


Good night darling. Good night Publoccians. 🫶