Last night, Ed was tired. So this morning, at the crack of dawn (or around 8:30 a.m.), Ed watched the season’s second episode of “Lost.”
He sat with rapt attention, listening for every nuance, soaking up every new detail. I computed, reading my blogs, checking my Web stats. At one point, I said something to Ed.
He, very politely, told me to “shush.” I don’t think he’s ever told me to “shush.”
It’s official. I’m a “Lost” widow.
And he’s my “Lost” boy. And I love him. He can “shush” me any time he wants to. 🙂