Happy found, happy lost
Tuesday, November 22nd, 2016 09:58 pmSpent the evening with a chatty three year old. Am reminded that three year olds are like demented adults: their conversation proceeds reasonably for a little while and then swoops into non-sequiturs, disjunctions, and occasionally babble.
Hadn't much wanted to do childcare for the meeting, having disturbed my neck nerves by hefting a 10 kilo bag of salt from the hardware store after Sunday's heads up/ winter is coming. But in between watching young miss paint three pieces of paper solid black ('she's into the goth thing' I told her Papa when he came upstairs for her) I stumbled upon my long-missing fleecy, left in the pre-school a month and more ago when I was pulled in for a shift there.
I was also a pound or two lighter this morning (literally either one pound or two, depending which reading you accept; but I verified the two, so here's hoping.)
Hadn't much wanted to do childcare for the meeting, having disturbed my neck nerves by hefting a 10 kilo bag of salt from the hardware store after Sunday's heads up/ winter is coming. But in between watching young miss paint three pieces of paper solid black ('she's into the goth thing' I told her Papa when he came upstairs for her) I stumbled upon my long-missing fleecy, left in the pre-school a month and more ago when I was pulled in for a shift there.
I was also a pound or two lighter this morning (literally either one pound or two, depending which reading you accept; but I verified the two, so here's hoping.)
