He fought me but I think he may be asleep now. Do I nap or not? Not sure what I want to do. Have to type the Healdsburg writings from yesterday, at some point. Not for blog, at least not immediately. I want them to be their own standalone, one singular. And I’m starting to hate that word, ‘singular’, not sure why. If I didn’t go to sleep, what would, or could, I do? Type yesterday, yes, but also research PhD programs– and if I get into one, or when, I have to bid farewell to sleep almost entirely, I know. So why not practice now? Can’t make coffee, machine’s too loud.
I’m settling for a nap. Hope I can’t sleep and I spring back to this device. Today, one of being Dad, Dad to Jack. We went for a drive, got my 3-shot mocha, went to park, back home for snack, and now nap. I took several shots with my phone of J playing on the bark and by the garden where park is, and of him flying down that blue slide. But, now, the writing dad needs his rest, just a few moments of rested eyes.