Ostara and the Ovid Moon of Metamorphoses
Monday gratefuls: Kate. Ruth, now 15. Gabe. Jon. Sarah. Anne. BJ. The Johnson/Olson clan. A survival knife.
Sparks of Joy: Ruth in her birthday tiara. The meal she cooked.
A stand for our honey extractor. 2011.
Gonna be a short one.
In today to see Kate and her docs. Sarah stayed the night. Beginning to discuss discharge for Kate. She wants to come home, so we’ll figure out what’s necessary for that to happen.
Even with two nights sleep at home I’m knackered, pushing the edges of emotional and physical exhaustion. Something has to give for me. I need a rest.
Contradictory movements, I know. Committed to figuring out a solution. I’m no good to her if I’m running on empty.