It's Wes Anderson's world, I just live in it.
Following on yesterday's modest change-up, I tried it again today. I don't remember meditating, though. I did enjoy just being up and out. As the sun rises later, getting out of bed in the dark takes a bit more determination. Tommy got his smog and filled out his paperwork for his car registration. I did some measuring at Panorama and found the missing backpack in Lauren's closet. Lauren and I visited Linda. She was sound asleep, and even Lauren's voice and kisses on her cheek did not wake her. It's hitting me hard tonight, thinking about the fact that she won't likely be at all accessible to them tomorrow, on their 18th birthday. My first concern was that she wouldn't survive that long, and she'd be gone before tomorrow. Three or four weeks ago, we were considering her going out to dinner. Lastly, I just wanted us to bring food in and at least have some interaction. Her current state is deeply upsetting. The kids seem to be rolling with it. To our surprise, they rebounded from the decision not to take food to their mom with the idea that we move our planned dinner from Friday to tomorrow. This all feels surreal. I wasn't fully present in the cardzmania game tonight, distracted by support group texts and Lindsey trying to get info to help me with the CRV repair. Lauren and I ran to drop a 2014 Reserve Merlot to Jess & Bev.