Eek, this is even later that it was supposed to be… I posted it around noon – or so I thought. Then I left to scrub the new duplex, came back, and found I CLICKED SAVE INSTEAD OF PUBLISH. My mind… she is a-going… Sorry this is a bit late...
Going? What kind of word is that? Going. Going. Boing. My mind is Going. And that about sums it up. Benjamin is starting to get better during the night. He is waking up at 5 or 6 pretty regularly, and then wanting to nurse. Sometimes I tell him no, there’s no...
Happy 234th Birthday, Honey! (We go all out for birthdays. We get dressed up, I serve a divine cake that isn’t falling apart at all, and we go out and buy brand-spankin’ new candles. We would never combine the candles from our 23rd and 24th birthdays so...
It doesn’t hurt like a fresh wound. It’s bothersome like a scab. It was a fresh wound on Monday. It was real. And I cried. But now it’s more like a scab. It gets brushed. Like when I slid into bed last Wednesday night and remembered how I had rested...
Irony: an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected. Coincidence: a striking occurrence of two or more events at one time apparently by mere chance. Providence: God, esp. when conceived as omnisciently directing the universe and the affairs...
