Snippets

I woke from a nap on Sunday and stalked into the den. "This is how much you play that game!"

Lut pushed one earpiece of his headset and glanced at me sidelong, not turning away from the game of Left 4 Dead he was playing. "What?"

"This is how much you play that game," I repeated. "I'm having dreams about it."

*

Monday evening I wandered into the den. Music floated in behind me, playing from the speakers hooked to my iPod in the living room. I dropped a kiss on the top of Lut's head as he was web-browsing.

"Hey there. Whatcha doin'?" he asked.

"Cleaning."

"Really? I thought you'd be exercising."

"Cleaning counts." I pitched the trash I was holding into the wastepaper basket.

"Not gonna argue with that."

"Good man."

"Hey, do I look stupid to you?"