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.