Sunday, August 16, 2015


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.