Monday, February 20, 2006

and a baby girl is born. Nancy and Norman have a brand new, completely healthy baby girl -- 8lbs. 1 ounce. Everyone is doing beautifully. I will let her tell you the rest. Because, after all, it's her story (from the details to the name.... ) Leave your comments here or there. I almost cried, but mostly I just made her laugh and hurt. Heh. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 7:53:11 PM    well, yes, but...  [] monday morning, one a.m. it's cold in here, not something I say often given as i am to finding it warm since the heat blasts out though it's shut right off and my own body is more furnace than igloo. my pillow smells like hairspray and lavender and my quilt like a softener sheet and my hand like soap from the kitchen sink where I rinsed out my mug of tea. i can't get over how light my room is even with no moon, even without clouds that's when the city makes the sky glow the darkest orange behind sooty gray. would I sleep with one of those masks that lucy wore in bed with ricky ah, but then the glowing alarm numbers couldn't tell me time was ticking away. six hours to sleep, then five, then four and i'm tired at the thought of getting up the list of things to do always seems bigger before the day arrives and i can get started. then i will procrastinate then i will choose to laugh instead of think then i will pour cup after cup of my blessing and my curse. at this moment, though, i'm shivering and i'm struck by how big this bed really is and how different and the same every year ends up and how long I've done it alone. not alone, really, I have love in the person of family and friends funny, though, they sleep in other rooms while the red numbers keep me company. i have not lost faith in my future and my past does not cause me despair but I'd give up at least half of these covers if the streetlights could shine in your eyes, too. 1:15:58 AM    well, yes, but...  []

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