It’s Wednesday.

I’ll be chasing the baby around the park in an hour or so, hoping that a couple of hours of running will tire her out enough so she’ll take a nap around two.

The big kid will be home at one and already asking what I’m making for dinner despite the fact she ate only 30 minutes ago. Mostly she’ll be gauging whether or not she’ll make her own food, or try to con me and Mrs. Rawson into picking up food.

Hopefully she’ll just want whatever I’m making.

This is Wednesday.

Meh.

Other than wallowing in the beautiful tedium, I’m goofing around with the website, adding pages and attempting to gather links to all of my online writing. It’s the perfect job for a Wednesday, mind numbing.

So, since I don’t have anything else to say, here’s a James Baldwin quote.

“If you are going to be a writer there is nothing I can say to stop you; if you’re not going to be a writer nothing I can say will help you. What you really need at the beginning is somebody to let you know that the effort is real.”


Morning Soundtrack: Lute