New meaning to the phrase, 'going commando'...
I saw Wyatt skinnydipping just now. Naked. As in without a stitch of clothing on.
You would think by seeing him that he had never eaten a cookie in his life, much less baked one.
And I freely admit, only to you, dear journal, that I watched him swim for a bit. Completely unladylike, I know. But it was...nice.
I didn't want to say anything to ruin the moment, so when I got finished watching after a while I went back inside and tried to finish up the next chapter of The Toran Republic: A Comprehensive Retrospective. I can't. I just can't concentrate. He looked so happy... So here I am trying not to giggle myself senseless and at least writing this down to burn off some of this giggling energy.
In other news:
We baked cookies the other day. I know, a soldier, famed warrior, baking cookies. But the things we do in our lives to help us relax, right? My sources have told me that a certain rune-bearer here knits to relax, but I have no other corroborations to that story. I just happen to read a lot to relax. I had a lot of fun, and the cookies we made were so good...come to think of it, that sounds like a good idea. I'll go get myselve some cookies, and some milk for myself and Frasier, and hopefully that will help me go back to sleep.