Weekends have different rules than the weeks. During the week I am the adult in the house, free to adjust to changing circumstances as I see fit. Weekends I loose all my agility. All my autonomy. It's a three-legged race. Watt and I, we can't agree what direction to run in. And so we just stop. We hunker down. We wait.
Sunday
7:05 am
Tucker and Watt still asleep. Gus and Jake playing legos on their bed. I slipped downstairs for a quiet cup of tea in front of the PowerBook.
It's cold again today. The air specked with snow.
Thank you for the great unwinding.
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