I write these too late. Sometimes it's tomorrow by the time I've finished. I can't remember enough of who I saw and what I thought and where I went.
This is Nathan's knee in the van in the carpark of the specialist's offices after he's had an ultrasound on his heart. This much I know. No problems with it, the heart; none were expected. Thoroughness is next to godliness.
We bought pies from the bakery that sells the best ones but has been closed for months and is suddenly open again. Donuts too. Because I love my babies and take care of their health.
I read The Beggar King and The Secret of Happiness, a story about a storyteller who could no longer tell stories, a problem he solves with stories. It's genius. And a little bit life changing. You should read it. I should read it again. Especially that bit about not trying to escape your own story.
I also read Kate Macpherson's blurb on a website advertising a photography retreat she is teaching at (and lord, would I not love to go to that), and the bit about losing her way and finding it, and losing it again and then finding it yet another time and feeling like it was just the beginning? It helped.
It was so hot today that I had to keep hopping off the concrete path to my washing line while I was hanging out clothes so I could cool my feet on the grass. That bit was for Nicola. You're welcome.