I’ve wanted to write, really I have.
Each night after the kids are in bed (because Lord knows it takes a while for sleep to come), I open up the computer with the best of intentions. I try not to get sidetracked by other blogs or websites (though this and this make it difficult. . .) and attempt to get something, anything written.
But my brain turns foggy and my reaction time is slow and my lids get heavy. Sticky, delicious and blessedly heavy. I feel to the very bottom of my toes a bone weariness. It laps at my toes and before I know quite how it happened, I am in over my head in the space of half awake, half asleep, straight-up exhaustion.
Please bear with me.
Know that we are having a great trip. Know that I am writing in my head and taking lots of pictures. Know that I am oh, so, tired.
Know that I am, as of this moment, off to bed.
this kid is too danged cute! we’re glad you guys are home…………hoping to see some pumpkin pie from that monster pumpkin!
interesting background! must be some of that fancy paper you found in SF!