Getting ready for a work meeting, trying to find a place in the house where Urijah isn’t screaming. His screams entertain me – he’s seriously entertained by every and any thing and he squeals and jumps and rolls. This kid is a kid if there ever was one.
But I have to work. And work means quiet. So – attic it is.
I’m going to try and make more of an effort to write something every day. To reflect. To read. To talk and mumble and waltz around my house. I’ve got this gorgeous round, rotating couch that Tai and her fiance got me. And I’ve got the beautiful red futon my mom got me. And I’ve got this huge, king-sized Vera Wang bed that Tai’s fiance got me. So I have a bunch of places to reflect, to sit, to think.
Meeting’s starting. Gotta go, bros.