Sorry for the no-posting. I'm sick. They're sick. I managed to fold up the fold-out bed we use for such cases, and go to the grocery store when I got the call from the school nurse. fold-out. house with milk. and gingerale.
And my brain is in a sort of no-man's place, free-floating in nothing much and I just have had a hard time rallying to 'quip' here. so i haven't.
I made a resolution last week, though truth is, it is less a resolution and more of an 'i would really like to...'
but here it is. i would like to 'make' more things, and when asked if i considered this writing a thing made, i was completely sure that it was 'no'. nope.
an offshoot of my days, but not a making.
so- while we all are sick and moping (me, they, the dvd player) i'm drifting about. . . when you don't really have the energy to 'parent', its amazing how infrequently the kids lose their minds. I guess it helps that they are sick too. yeah?
The Accomplice, by Curtis “50 Cent” Jackson
3 days ago
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