I am tired. I am just so fucking tired. Anxiety will wear your ass out. It will strip you down and leave you cold and empty.
Yeah, yeah. Everything went fine. They renewed my antidepressant. Does it help if you cry? I guess so.
Time with Owen was good. I held him to me and he patted my back after I changed his diaper. "There, there," he seemed to say. "There, there, Grandmother."
He fell asleep in my arms and before I put him on the bed, I kissed his bow-tie lips so softly.
What a wonder he is to me. What a surprise that I never could have dreamed.
It's too late for a nap, too early to go to bed. My espresso didn't even touch this tiredness. Didn't even call its name.
Well. Laundry. There's always laundry. Dead flowers to throw out. Pine cone lilies to replace them with. There's that.
And then something for dinner. Something. I don't even care what. I'm fat. But my blood pressure's good.
Well, tomorrow's another day. Thank god.