Sunday, August 16, 2015

Popsicles!





This is how the boy let me know that he wants a popsicle. I had no idea that he could even reach the door to the freezer, still only being three years old.

Why, just yesterday he…

I don't have much to say today. I rarely do when I sleep as much as I did last night. The boy and I enjoyed the luxury of an extended three hour nap yesterday and then twelve hours of sleep last night. I skipped in and out of slumber, but still stayed in bed with my eyes closed until well after sunrise.


I required a triumph. I got one; arriving in darkness, fleeing within the womb of morning, archiving the previous day, disappearing in the dust of wakefulness. 




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