Really struggling not to go to bed or nap now because I know then I'd be up at stranger hours that I do already and screw up a sane daily schedule. Determined to last until nine.
A very optimistic day ... from the speech therapist, and from Harriet herself, "these wonderful people" and "maybe we can have a quiet life." A far cry from the earlier conspiracy theory. But I never know what to expect the next day ... except the unexpected.
My cousin Robin must be sad the Angels crashed in 3 games. Never would have predicted that.
Maybe a short drive for a pop with Sketch, windows down, wind in the hair.
"the most who die / the more we live" cummings
