Pause

I wish I believed in naps. I would be napping right now. When I think of sleeping in the middle of the day I think of my childhood. Of my mother. I have a negative connotation with what could, surely, be a nice respite from my life.

Today is day one of Mom Doctor Samba. I am happy to report that we have survived round one, but it was definitely not a smooth day. I suppose that surviving is the only thing that I can hope for.

I have magic numbers and arbitrary dates in my head. Goals that only make sense to me. These made up things have kept me focused.

The grass is growing high in the backyard. I need to encourage Adam to get out there and mow it, but it is hard to push him when I am not really pushing myself. I am hoping to just float by for a while longer. We will see.