I don’t have much for you today. Seems only fair to tell you that right up front.
The Girl is feeling better, and the rest of us have escaped the virus so far. (I assume nothing.) She was home from school Monday and Tuesday, which has thrown me off any kind of schedule (I’m pretty sure the school nurse and I were both duped on Tuesday, so score one for the 7 year old). Plus, I’m working on a website for our business, which means using a whole other side of my brain than I’m used to. Think, cobwebs. But the work is good for me, and it feels nice to contribute something different from the usual. And to have a shiny new excuse for getting behind on the laundry.
Add to all of that this persistent insomnia and a full moon, and it’s pretty much a perfect storm. This week feels strange, the days impossible to keep straight, made up as they are of small disparate pieces that don’t fit together as a whole. Like pieces of five puzzles tossed into one box.
So I sift through the days to pick out what’s good, like looking for beach glass in the sand, and hope to end up with enough to close my fingers around, a handful of truth or sweetness. Substance. Something I can measure.
Something smooth and cool and solid to keep in my pocket.
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The full moon is wreaking havoc here too. I hope you have a good day and a few pieces come together. Work on the edges (starting with the corners) first…
Hope you guys continue to remain virus-free. Eleven’s had strep throat with a high fever, and I’m hoping that Seven doesn’t get it.
Oh so glad she had kept her germs to herself so far … Husband has a cold and I told him he is not allowed to breathe in the house .. he can inhale but no exhaling of germs is permitted
You write this poetically after a sick-child week, insomnia and cleariing cobwebs? I need to find my cobwebs, maybe infect my kids with something, huh?
I am with phd…what is up with amazing words from a fog? When this happens to me all I can say is…I got nothin’.
Wow, when my kid is sick all I can type is stuff like “Bring diet Pepsi. And tequila. Stat.”
You throw lovely beach glass metaphors out there. May I be jealous? Thank you.
It’s strange how our schedules can get thrown out of wack and how unsettling that can be. Like we’re all just barely hanging it together. Glad the girl is better. Hope the rest of you remain plague-free.
Ah, good luck. That sounds like what we had a couple weeks ago over here. Ick.
Any excuse NOT to do laundry sounds good to me.
I cannot stand that “everything-slightly-off” feeling that insomnia causes. I hope you get some good sleep soon.
Like your days my thoughts are scattered everywhere lately and I don’t know which thought to pick up first. Which one deserves the most attention?
Even in your ‘not much to say’ you’ve said a lot.
Exhaustion looks fantastic on you, if your writing is any indication. The moon has been torturing me as well. It’s like I’m a lunatic or something.
that’s pretty much how I felt this entire last week.
for not having much to say you sure as hell said a lot
I hope all remains well for the rest of you.
You described it so perfectly. That feeling of things a bit out of sorts. The cobwebs will clear and you will be the better for it. That’s what I always tell myself… ((hugs))
I love sea glass imagery – makes me happy just thinking about walking quietly on a beach by myself, looking for treasures in the sand.
May the virus move on and leave the rest of you unscathed.
Aaaahhh you describe it well.
Hope you continue to escape the dreaded lurgy.
I like smooth, solid things in my pocket, and now I get the CSS stuff! (God help you!)
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