A long, weary week. A tooth for the niece.
My son is growing, growing.
Another cycle at work, for me, of engagement, and disenchantment, and wrangling with my self definition. I am the overachieving waste of a desk. I want to do do do, to fix it all, but since I can’t fix any of it I do nothing but read. Then today, I had a glimmer of do again. I reached out. Took a project. Buried my head in my hands, but I can’t work here and not be me. Luckily, my company makes baby wipes. None of this is much of a big deal.
It is Friday, and I will go home to my husband and lasagna. Delicious. This weekend we will have friends for dinner. That is to say, they will come and we will eat dinner together. Ha.
The rain falls. My office ceiling leaks. My boss tells me to go home. So home I go.