Didn’t sleep well, Henry decided that he’s in need of a night of attention and test.

Brought him downstairs, played.  He passed out, then so did I but not for long.  Sipping a triple latte now, and it’s barely working if at all, and this after the double espresso I had before taking kids to school.  Wait, did I finish that?  So tired I don’t even remember.

Bottledaux…. What could I make it.  Much of what I thought of last night while typing on couch.  And that’s the thing, I realize… don’t “make it” anything.  Let it be what it is.  A blog… so many times we look for components or remedies, something that’s not there when what’s present is more than enough.  In fact often it’s too much.