It’s been a quiet week here. Somehow the days slipped by, one after the other, and I didn’t do much more than get through to the end of each one. I’ve been exhausted and not quite myself. Someday I won’t be so overwhelmed, so always close to tears, and so unbelievably tired. This is what I remind myself of.
In the meantime, I’m enjoying an evening on the couch. The Red Sox are tied with Tampa Bay. My slippers are comfy. Jameson is on his way home from an evening with friends. (Thanks, friends.) I spent approximately four hours just sitting with Ryan and an afghan. A baby kicked now and then and made me laugh at my lumpy tummy. Made me wonder… who’s in there? Made me marvel… in days we’ll know.
Will they need this…