I.am.so.tired. Just had to say that. 

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One more dose of Floyd Skloot before I have to take the book back to the library:  One way of spinning this is to say that my daily experience is often spontaneous and exciting.  Not fragmented and intimidating, but unpredictable, continuously new.  I may lose track of things, or of myself in space, my line [...]

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How is it that we use "register" for that machine that goes cha-ching! (or, nowadays, beep!) at the grocery store as it adds our grocery bill, but also for describing our feeling when we make an observation, or we suddenly find a new understanding?  When the world makes sense, do we feel rich? Just wondering.  [...]

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Sometimes we just have to let things go.  C&D helped me realize that.  Without C&D, I could work on a project as long as I wanted.  Even better, I could leave my little project-pieces all over the living room floor until I got back to them after dinner, after Friday, or after I started losing [...]

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Resting is a lonely thing to do.  Tried to stay upstairs with C&D and Matt, but my awareness of all my body parts started blinking in and out, like the chandelier with that one wonkly light bulb that flickers on and off at random. Too tired to use computer, too, but maybe later.  No, they’re [...]

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cry.  I just might. After a busy weekend of grandparent guests, I am sitting in the dark, my ears ringing.  We are two hours past naptime.  Carmen and David, exhausted from the weekend, the time change, and their own internal forces of chaos, are disassembling the upstairs, naked.  The three of us swing between giddy [...]

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Too tired to write.  The more fun C&D are, the more they wear me out.  They’ve been fun lately. Next Wednesday they turn three. 

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