I keep staring at the blank page. It stays blank. Today, I went down to Daria’s relatively new house and helped her with laundry, setting up details in the baby’s room and weeding out clothes that no longer fit Miss Fifi but will fit Anya’s baby, Miss Sunny. These have got to be the best dressed infants I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure they wear outfits long enough to dribble on them.
Anyway, a number of things small and not very important have worn me down a little. I wish a few things were different but they’re not. It would be dumb of me to dwell. I’m going to get a glass of wine and rehabilitate my mood with ice dancing and ski jumping. How better to combat feeling a little low than with the possibility of flight?