I swear to you, I am absolutely aching to write. Between drugs and boys though, I haven't had time or energy or even the mind but today the odds are good that it will happen at some point.
It is a beautiful Sunday morning and there have been pancakes and bacon and clothes-changing and a dance party and I've got laundry going and suddenly, I realize that no, I am not feeling quite that good at this moment and perhaps it is time to go lay down again or is lie down again? Oh, I don't know. I should know, I probably do, but anyway, it is time to rest and Boppy has the boys outside to tend to chickens and give me a little break and he's been wonderful. Just the best grandfather anyone could ever want and the boys have been wonderful too and my mouth doesn't hurt so very much, and the bleeding has long since stopped but...