Katie, my sister’s, birthday.  Depresses me a little, seeing my little sister as not so little anymore.  Coffee, kids up.  Henry up earlier than I expected.  Can’t ignore the irony, he waking up earlier on a Saturday but no matter how early  put him to bed on a Sunday night he’s slow and draggy the next morning getting ready for school and shooting for timely leave out the door and to Santa Rosa to their three separate school sites.

I’m slow coming to an awake pace, no matter how much coffee I take to face.  No pressuring myself to write, just easing in to morning.  Henry continues to ask for something to nosh, and I’m thinking of what to do for the day…

Looking up ‘things to do in Sonoma County on a rainy day’.  Mostly adult options.  In no way helpful. I’ll think of something.  Look up the Charles Schultz museum.  I know the kids have been but I haven’t…

Dishwasher, laundry… things I could be doing but I’m still waking, no mood.

No rush to rush into the day.  Enjoy your coffee I tell myself, and the French Toast sticks from the toaster.