These passing days have brought two occurrences:
1) the rereading of my favorite love poems (I'm stricken with my annual Valentine's Day fever).
2) Ace deciding that any sort of sleep pattern is unnecessary.
Issue #1 is always easily solved by pulling out Ann Sexton's "Love Poems", Emily Barrett Browning's "Sonnets From the Portuguese", and Everyman's Library "Love Poems"
Issue #2 leaves Champ and I a little baffled (tired too): mostly we are going with "it's a phase". As for sleeping in our front entry, I hurt my brain trying to figure out why Ace would chose to nap there. Even so, he hunkered down and didn't want to be disturbed. I respected his wishes, but maybe I was just too tired to try and move him?
Ahh mere life. I love you, Ace.