But not here. Here I can write about anything other than my book. Like, about how Bill and I went on the most spur-of-the-moment date tonight when we suddenly found ourselves without kids to go see Sherlock Holmes. (Love R.D.Jr., LOVE Jude Law, didn't so much follow the movie. Like, at all.) And about how Payson was playing baseball (pitching) on the Kinect and said, "I'm gonna give him a hard one!" and his super mature parents burst into a fit of giggles. And about how Macy came home from school today sobbing cause one of her best friends called her a "big fat ugly jerk" and my heart literally broke into a thousand pieces. And how I'm getting my hair cut and filled tomorrow and I'm really excited about it. And that I've taken myself off gluten to try and prove my theory that it causes my weird, bloaty stomach pain that gets worse every day. (So far, my theory has been correct.) I can also talk about my amazing friends and family who are here to support me and help me in any way they can. And that I had no idea today was Friday the 13th until just now, which is actually Saturday the 14th. And that my kids' beds are empty and I don't like it. There's so much more I could talk about but I really have to try to go to sleep in my efforts to break my cycle of living like a firefighter.
Thanks for listening.