Tuesday, August 22, 2006


I'm tired. Tired and happy to be home. Happy to be back in the swing of things. Nine days. A nine-day journey in a car with a 15-month-old baby. What a long road to travel. Especially to bury someone you've loved for so long. But I'm back to my routine. And ya' know, I've never appreciate my own routine and life as much as I do now, despite my fatigue. But Benadryl will do that to you. It did it to the baby too--but that part's the blessing. May he slumber through the night and be healed from his "dairy" rashes and allergies. Sleep on, Sir. Sleep on. And I, too, shall slumber.