I awake in the darkness, my mind reaching desperately to remember the second thing—the second part, which made sense of the whole.
If I give myself a moment it will come back to me.
But it does not, and after a time I cannot recall the first part either, nor what it was part of, nor why this was all so terribly important.
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Meanwhile there are lunches to pack, dishes to wash, milk jars to set out.
Tuesday morning at the Zooks.
whoa now……………I don’t even see any 7’s 🙂
Wow– aren’t you lucky!? About that time every morning, we’re trying to get out the door to the bus!
Don’t worry, if your mind is like mine, it’ll strike you about 10:00 or 11. I was scrambling for a word the other day, describing it to Daryl, guessing, synonyming– and it struck me about 5 hrs later. “Ah, hon— CATALYST!” right in the middle of thinking about… well, nothing in particular.
Come on. 6:45 am???
Oh my yes. Yes. Yes. Only it’s usually somewhere in the vicinity of 5:00 and 6:00…a baby to feed and diaper, my hubby’s lunch to pack, laundry to start, bed to make, hair to fix…