5-11-25

Typing upstairs at the desk in room.  Too infrequent I do this.

Coffee and laundry, kids getting ready slowly.  And yes I mean slow-ly.

Feeling now, a little anxious.  Not hearing anything after Tuesday’s meeting yet, and I know I’m being impatient, but that’s the truth of my current hue.  Then I’m calm next to this window, staring at a small specific part of East Windsor.

Almost impossible to concentrate with the kids calling me, and this cough that refuses to leave.

Henry asks Emma questions, she ignores him except for a certain part of their exchange where he asks her about Mother’s Day, today, and what it’s for.  She offers an explanation which is obvious but she makes it sound erudite and rich with cellular tradition.  Interesting hearing them interact and Emma taking so much assumption of her role as a big sister.

“One day I’m going to be a mom Henry, okay?  And that means you’re going to be an uncle…” She says.  Me here in My bedroom office trying to hold back eye water.

Lounge beats on, sip coffee, another mindful scene and frame where I’m pleasurably punched by gratitude.