Dozing Danseur

I’ve posted naps in the past that I characterized as “balletic” but this one takes the cake. Indeed…JUMP my little Baryshnikov!  JUMP! Think of the sheer strength required to lift that Goofy.  I am agog.

The Gift of Sleep — Any Sleep

Poor wee Cormac has the croup again (seriously?  at age two?  again?) and after two awful nights, we are sleep-walking adults who are dreaming of dreaming.  Does that make any sense?  Pass the coffee, please. I like to think of Cormac like this:     Goofy seems a little surprised that Cormac would choose to…