Nora's been sick in the middle of the night the past couple of nights (a saint, as always, not even waking us up) so today, a today that was meant to be spent working while she was in daycare, has turned into a sick day, "sick" being the new theme of caramcduna.com. I know I haven't been writing much lately, the reason being that I've had a lot of work to do. While this is GREAT (!) I don't want to neglect this blog, since this blog is a venue for my favorite kind of writing, so I thought I'd take a few moments while Nora's up babbling "baby, baby, baby" in her crib - I thought she was gonna take a long forgotten morning nap, I swear - and say hello.
As far as today goes, I'm hoping to have fun playing with my new Things program, although that seems like a kind of geekiness I'm not ready to embrace, brewing some more coffee in the French press, which is a lovely thing when you're drinking for one, and maybe watching the episode of "The Wire" that J watched last night when I gave in to exhaustion and went to sleep. I do not like it one bit when he's seen an episode that I haven't.
And, of course, playing with my Nora, who, despite the unexplained throwing up all over herself and her mattress, is happy. I experienced a few moments of disappointment this morning when I realized that I was not, as I thought, going to go to the gym and then out somewhere to work on my laptop, but instead, was going to spend the day at home avoiding other children and reading "The Train Station" featuring Elmo eight or nine hundred times. But when Nora climbed up in my lap a little while ago and chose - surprise, surprise - that very book, then settled in against my chest, I am telling you, I felt very lucky that everything got turned upside down. And puked on.