Teach Sunday school, rehearsal, night off, yoga, back to school night, pick up Nora from dance, rehearsal, teach Sunday school. And so it goes. I count off the activities rather than the days of the week. Look for trends in Daniel's blood sugars, count minutes of exercise. No wonder the days stream by, leaving a blurry impression. It's like staring at one of those flip books. Can you see the picture jigging through the pages? It's a mom juggling meals, needles, a cell phone and a calendar.
Not much time to write this week, yet it has been a week full of coincidences and waddaya knows. Cosmic winds are blowing and I'm trying to read patterns in the leaves that scatter at my feet.
I'll let you know if I come up with anything.