This little guy's in a scurry
A difficult night's sleep resulted in a difficult morning rise. Yet for me, that means 7:15 am. Once up, I am up; my return to writing continued after the weekend pause. As I have come to accept as progress, much of what I considered great three days ago was ripped apart and dramatically reduced today. I am very content with where things landed today, so maybe I'll rework it again on Thursday. Still, it is progressing. Later in the day, I came across somebody on Craigslist selling a remarkable "move," and I bought it. I am using it for this post. I am not sure it's the right tool for my needs, but I want to lock in for a week or more before making any final decisions. It might grow on me. Lauren called to say she started (finally) reading the book I printed for them on their 21st birthday. She had not gotten past 2008 but noted that she's not known others to have fathers as aware and engaged as I had been. It was a rewarding recognition. It also gave me a reason to pull out my own copy and revisit it. I am so proud of what I found and pulled together for them. It took a long time for her to start, finally, and I don't believe Tomy has or will, until he's worked out some of his own feelings and difficulties, which may never happen, but it's all here and will remain in reach long after I am not.