How are you, lovies? How's it going today? Did you sleep all right? Did you get out of bed this morning?
Are you ready to make peace with the world yet?
Me either, goddammit.
And I still can't collect my thoughts enough to write anything coherent but my thoughts aren't coherent either so there you go.
I need to gather them enough to focus though because I'm going to go get Maggie and then pick up Gibson from school so that Jason can get take Owen to get his head wired up for the 24-hour EEG.
Lily will be at work and so I have to get out into the world a little bit and I'm sure that's good for me but I'm feeling a little shaky at the thought.
Mr. Moon left for Georgia again about an hour ago. It's a very, very beautiful day and the sun is full out and I'm cold and I don't really have a damn thing to say.
Here. I'll dedicate this to President Obama and his family. That's the best I've got this morning.
The old boys singing the old blues which can make you cry and dance at the same time. Or, you know- shuffle your feet a little bit if you feel moved to do so.
Or not, as the case may be.
Personally, I just cried.