Who knew that cottontails don't burrow?!? As for myself, I too have been active, and that is the excuse I fold in quarters and nudge across the table to you: activity. My room is clean, as is my house, somewhat, which can only mean one thing, that I know of, and that is that I have the fancies for a girl. I locked myself in my bedroom for an hour monday while seth, millie and david went to Mary's to get their brit on, trying to dig up the courage to press the "talk" button on my phone(she'd given me her number saturday night- afterward there was lots of hi-five-giving, talk of "digits," etc. with the boys and millie, which was all very foreign to me). I finally did, and she answered, and I asked whether or not she might like to have a bit of something to eat tomorrow (meaning tuesday), and in fact she did, and so I said great and kind of stumbled through the remainder of the conversation, and it was over, and I relaxed. So she came over, I made these tofu/cashew/corn fluffy things from my "convenient vegetarian" cookbook, and they were, I must say, fabulous. She agreed, which made me exceedingly happy. I confess that I didn't, and in fact still don't know her all that well, but she's been improving with consecutive visits, greatly, which is a good thing, yes? I like it when we sit kind of close and accidentaly touch, like arms or something- we're not groping or anything- and there's that beautiful moment when we notice there's contact and neither of us knows whether to apologize or pull away or follow through... and I pray the "make it last" prayer, over and over and over.