i'd like to blame the cold weather, but let's be honest: i have reached an age where once i am home, i wear only comfortable clothes. it's oddly reassuring and yet troubling to be so cliche.
in the last week, i read an entire novel, watched a foreign language film, made an inedible dinner that ended up in the trash, failed to shower daily, heard myself say what did i JUST say? far more often than i should have. i made plans for the future, followed through on some things, let some other things go.
it's only wednesday.
my son said 'mmmma' today. and it was totally enough.