(Look! Just when I was giving up hope, two seedlings have appeared.)
I can't believe it's the 22nd already. Things are seemingly fairly upbeat and normal, (I really enjoyed meeting Valery
) but I don't want to forget what has happened. I want to find the right place for this loss in my memory. I have another week of April dedicated to looking at it, (not that I expect that to be the end of it), and I need to. I need to look more closely.
More on this later.
[In the meantime, a domestic scene:
This morning, early. There is undercover kicking as if someone
is having a football dream.
Me, whining: [insert really embarrassing nickname], stop! I'm tiiiiiiiiired
JB: But you've been asleep for hours
. Why are you so tired?
[Further proof of Martianhood, if any were needed
Me, patiently, as to 5 year old: Well, I'm unfit after months and months
of inactivity, and now I'm busy
again (I took the bike in to town the other day, puffing Quite a Bit
), which is tiring, see?
JB: Ah, what you need, [insert really embarrassing nickname
], is a montage sequence! [singing
] Getting stronger!
Getting stronger now! Da dada da! I'll be Adrienne!
I reach for my glue gun.]