Continued dismay as all of my routines have fallen apart but recognition that they are doing so while we get the new bundle of dog-child joy acclimated to our lives. It’s a hell of an lot better than falling apart because of family emergencies or personal self-destructiveness, both of which I consider myself to be an adept semi-professional.
Yes, it was a shit night of sleep but truthfully, I don’t think I’ve had a good night of sleep in ten years. That’s what happens when you move through life with one eye open.
And so the day, it goes. Happy Monday. If nothing else, I at least get to converse with a valued collaborator this evening.