Returning full of good
intentions from Norway, reality bites with a cold. Cold turns into
something that feels like a small child is sitting on my chest.
Returning to work could have waited another week as well, but reality
is what it is. Friday comes and with it the first weekend of 2017.
It's raining. None of this is good or bad. Resting feels good,
inaction does not. Playing with kids becomes a chore... for them. Who
knew. Growing up so fast, and still only 6 & 9.
It's 17:35. The house
smells of microwaved Indian food and there are too many lights on.
Christmas has been packed away. The house reclaimed. The toys remain.
Lists of lists next.
Lots to do. Time to start. Happy new year.
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