Rabbit-rabbit.
I recently had a curious conversation over dinner with Liza.
"How do we know we're not people in a movie?" she asked. "How do we know that things are real?"
"Well, we don't know, we just have to hope that what we think is real is real," I told her.
She was unsatisfied. "Mama, how do we know that things aren't a dream? You know how sometimes life feels like a dream? Do you ever feel that way?"
I laughed. "Yes, sweetie, I feel that way lots of times," I replied.
What I wanted to tell my daughter - what I will tell her when the time is right - is that when life feels too dreamlike, that is the time to dig deeper. The digging is often painful and requires daily effort, but it is thrilling and liberating to try and live an honest life.
Yeah. I played around with the whole going-to-bed-early thing, since I have to work 10-8 tomorrow (don't worry, it's not hard work .. I'm mostly just worried about sitting in one place for ten hours). But it's not working out. There's nothing left on television now so I'm getting in bed, sleep or not. I guess I will. I'll probably cry some more too. I can't seem to stop crying.