…what with the roller coaster of job search, boo’s refusal to sleep, bitsy’s constant query “can I really, mom?” and mac’s support of my wandering efforts to find a better version of myself.

every so often i remember scribblette and i want her to share her strange dreams after reading david foster wallace or her excitement about the birthday ice-cream being delivered (today!) or about the failed effort to ever leave town (foiled again), but then a deadline looms or a baby cries or a toddler kisses me and whooooosh! away it all goes.