It is dark outside. Rain is falling steadily but I can only hear it when I open the door to let the dogs out. The boys are still asleep so the house is quiet. These moments seem stolen, secret somehow. It will all soon explode into the daily hubbub of a 3 and 7 year’s old life, but for right now, this minute…ahh.
Rain means an umbrella, and it would only be a waste of time curling my hair. One less thing to do this morning. That’s how I’m going to look at it anyway, the silver lining. I already skimped on my morning yoga practice, leaving out the planks. I got the stretching in, and I consider that the most important part, but really, there is no justification for not doing them other than being lazy today, and that’s okay.
I am amazed when I read posts from people who believe others have no right to an opinion because they are different. Wow. Is that not right out of the 1940’s? Sorry folks, but we all deserve our opinion – no going back.
I have experienced one of those days that only moms and dads understand. Even when your child is all grown up with children of their own, you still worry and fret and shed tears when they have to go through surgery. You don’t sleep and you can’t concentrate so nothing of any consequence gets done, at least if you’re a writer. Then when it’s over – you shed more tears from relief. Thank goodness it doesn’t happen very often.
I managed the snowblower (it snows wherever I go), though it might be debatable who was really managing whom. This one is on tracks, which I’ve never used before. Quite the machine! Then I find out my son-in-law was watching me remotely through their security system. Creepy! He better watch out – Santa Claus is watching him. Bwahahaha!