Yeah, sooo I haven't posted anything in, like (haha), eons.
It's raining today. It's a cold rain, the kind that makes you feel drear and alone when you already are. Lilah was chipper and happy this morning, cooing and talking and slapping the television screen as she is wont to do. My child cheers me up on days that I don't feel any particular motivation to do anything. She gets me up and moving. We had a quiet, cheerful breakfast this morning. She had toast with sweet cream butter, and I had a grilled (grilled is a much nicer word than fried, I think) peanut butter, almond butter, rasberry jam, and strawberry conserve sandwich. We both enjoyed the sandwich. Lilah would totter over for a bite and then totter away, jam smeared in a straight line across her face. It was a little eerie. She looked a bit like Heath Ledger's Joker. Ah, my little dumpling.
My window shades are drawn, but it appears to be getting lighter outside. It still could not be called a 'nice' day, at least not by textbook terms. I'm sure it would be a magnificent day for wandering around a dusty old bookstore, warm drink in hand, or perhaps walking along next to a sedate canal, peacoat on, collar up against any wind or intruding folk. As I sit here today, alone, I think about my snow day. It was a magnificent day. Today doesn't have that magic in the air. Simply a stillness, a waiting. Biding time before spring arrives.
