I don't have anything, really, to share with you, dear readers.
I am tired. very tired. night after night of storms waking my little one, and worry about friends without electricity, and a late, late night, have taken their toll.
Any energy I seem to have is artificial, created tonight by red wine and chocolate.
I'm headed to bed, not writing a long post for you, not engineering the entries I had wanted to make into my book.
Going to bed, to sleep.
And perhaps, I will dream a new story. I have a night off from Boy and Cat -- our own boy fell asleep in the car on the way home from a playdate/babysitting time, and he sleeps still...
Hi. That's me. I write, sometimes, about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.