All day I dreamed of washing my hair and it did not happen. The day was overtaken by exceptionally mundane tasks. Writing about it would put me to sleep, and I can't do with another day of this hair. It makes me eat cake even after yoga ( Read more... )

I wrote this Tuesday morning, I think, and never finished ( Read more... )

Well, I've done it finally and splurged on a paid account. All my scrapbook photos and icons are accessible again. The ones of tiny Sophie are going to make me weep, but that's not a difficult threshold to achieve, especially these days. I'm pregnant with our second child, a baby boy named Daniel. The emotional headiness of expecting is a mixture ( Read more... )