I failed to write in the journal yesterday for the first night in forever. I fell asleep early with the boys and slept the entire night through. What did I do yesterday? Think back…ok, in the morning N and I hung out while M visited the doctor. N didn’t want to go anywhere so he and I stayed home. He played on the computer and I caught up on email and took notes from a couple teacher education books. After M arrived home (everything clear at the doctor’s office) I drove to Blockbuster, picked up a couple movies, and drove into work. The afternoon passed without my getting much work done, honestly, but I was glad to stay at the office. I’m sick of sitting around. Last night M was in a bad mood because the doctor didn’t tell what’s wrong with her (apparently “nothing” isn’t a good enough answer) so the boys and I steered clear. This morning I dropped the boys off at school, considered going out, then spent most of the afternoon watching “The Naked Mile” or reading “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.” I haven’t worked out because my body still aches from the winter rain run. Maybe tomorrow.

I’m wired tonight. I feel like I should shave and do some laundry. I’m looking even more bum-like than usual and from me that actually means something. More tomorrow. Can you see I have nothing to write when I stay home all day?

I did pray for a few minutes felt good. I think M and I are both going through transitions, post-little kids for her, post-doc for me. Bring it on.