Sleep.

He has sleek-smooth skin, creamy pale, and long dish-water blond hair, wet and sprawling across the pillow.

A big guy, tall, he has the elegant bone structure of a siamese cat, curled on his side gracefully, delicate. His breath deepens as I trail fingertips down his fine shoulders, along the dip of his waist, around to cup the round curve of his ass outlined by cotton sheets. A breath of summer wind comes in through the window, and the air is amber with sunset. It's early, but he has an early day tomorrow. He doesn't stir.

As I snuggle down into my pillow next to him, I think what a privilege it is for anyone to fall asleep beside their lover.

SG-1 cancelled.

Checking the f-list, I heard the news. Double-checked Gateworld (hey, rumors can fly).

Stargate SG-1 is cancelled. Stargate Atlantis lives on without her sister show.

Well, there's something that'll never happen in the Harry Potter series. "Guess what? J. K. Rowling decided to cancel book seven."

I remain cautiously optimistic for reasons probably having to do with my being high on Echinacea (don't tell me this stuff isn't a narcotic, it so is).

I think what made Stargate SG-1 popular was the original team. Once Rick Anderson left the show, they made a new show with new characters, but after just one season with the new folks it hadn't achieved lift-off. I think it was possible and maybe still could. I have no idea where or how Robert Cooper thinks SG-1 could go other than the Sci-Fi channel, but hey, I'm open to options. I drifted to Stargate SG-1 after the cancellation of Star Trek: The Next Generation around 1999. My science fiction addiction lives on.