We had a nice dinner Sunday night at my friends Jeremy and Lana's house. We hadn't seen them for ages and Jeremy and I have been friends for ages. I was remarking how being a new parent brings up all kinds of anxieties about your competency and Olivia took a header down some concrete steps. Once we determined that her eye was safe I could breathe again, for there was a lot of blood.
Now Olivia looks as though she'd been truffle hunting. Her nose is all scraped and scabbed as is her forehead. Steady applications of Neosporin and Popsicles have kept the patient happy but her Mom feels terrible whenever she looks at that poor nose.
The Bay Bridge is not reopening today and it doesn't affect me at all. Thousands of commuters are anticipating an ugly route to work today, but I have nowhere to be. Lucky me.
The NY Times had a front-page piece on the discouraged job seeker and I couldn't do more than glance at it. What's it going to tell me that I don't already know?
Today my intrepid daughter and I will run some mundane errands and no doubt swing on a swing or slide down a slide. I'll continue to chafe against this stupid low-carb diet. While she naps I will muster what's left of my attention span and seek work. Some days it seems that way madness lies.
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