Not much to say.
My day was filled with my last day at work for the semester, and then, immediately, child care.
Not that I'm not grateful to be able to do those things, especially the child care. Especially in light of Newtown.
But I was pulled from a warm coffee shop where I was about to order a cafe latte and then sit down with it and write with it, only to then stand alone in a cold park, shivering and waiting, for 45 minutes.
Going out to dinner and holiday window watching was also canceled. Which is JUST FINE! See how mature I am?
So I had to cobble together an eat-at-home dinner. I diced one onion and two sad looking sweet potatoes and made home fries, threw in some kale. Fried some eggs. That was dinner.
Then I took everything off the cluttered table and scrubbed the table, and only put about half of the stuff back on. Threw out some cards from Xmas '10 and '11. Maybe even '09.
During this, the child who had needed care earlier fell asleep--a rare spontaneous nap. When she woke, she thought it was the next day, 7:00 am. "I need breakfast," she said. She got it.