There are some days that I am sleepy and lethargic and think eating macaroni and cheese is a good idea when it makes me even more tired and wanted to be motivated but felt utterly useless and drained and have a headache that lasts the entire night and begin sentences without ending them. Those are the days that I am really glad I have Steele. Who hugs me and makes me dinner and watches TV with me and lets me stretch out and lay on his chest. And who worries about the tiny mouse we see dashing across our living room and who wanders from room to room looking for it. And who is standing at the computer right now waiting for me.