Friday, September 2, 2011
Every morning I get up earlier than the rest of the crew except for The Husband who leaves for The Mistress at the crack of dawn but I make some coffee, put away the dishes and fold whatever's in the dryer. I hear Sophie humming in her room and it makes me sigh because the day is just starting and sometimes the care is overwhelming and I just don't want to do it but I do it anyway, I go into her room and change her diaper and if she's sleepyish I'll put her back under the covers and tell her to relax and go back to sleep and sometimes she does. I drink my coffee and peck around my computer, wonder why David Brooks can make so much sense sometimes and sound like a jackass at others, feel un-nerved by the headlines of The Huffington Post which would probably be better yelled by a town crier, wonder in passing whether we're all doomed which reminds me of the old lady on the park bench in New York City more than thirty years ago who looked at my girlfriend and me, reeling from a hangover (we were) and said, her eyes red and teary It'll nevah change. We're all doomed. And we laughed and laughed about that, saying it back and forth to one another all through college. After this random thought, I might nip it off and read from a book of devotional stuff and then I might close my eyes and breathe, meditate, Sophie's hum in the background because she didn't go back to sleep and it all starts.