RBC

Has it clicked in yet, the limited number of days left under the glow of the blue-yellow lion?  The bridge and ocean view from the balcony never fully decked out?  The warmth of it all, the bulbs slowly burning out one by one, as you await the newness of the Morrow.

Mama doing well, on a day of boring checks, how the heartbeat of a fetus can ever be routine, the mocking of the husbands cooking as a cause of acid reflux because who else does he have to pick on now that we support people are back.  Feeling the reflux a bit after the Nigerian Efty spice, the milk to calm your hiccups.  

See how I did that - one of the first seamless times, “you” for you, where in the past I meant me with that you.  You know.

A crazy feeling to move, and move for you.  Everyone notes how beautiful the home looks.  Without fail.  But it’s the forest for Anderson.  And the magic.  The way that on Friday after the deposit we ended up at the Bay instead of IKEA.  To find the $12,481 discount.  If they won’t include the table, Deepak will get us the true 9 footer, I know it, I.

Oh to be.  Oooh to be.  It is something else, my boy.  We have enjoyed the readings and long may they continue.  With the wisdom of the history of the world.  Shakes and the King James and Uncle Walt and the Romantics and Gwendolyn Brooks and Margaret Burroughs.  The good stuff.  Chess on top of it, the ancient and incomprehensible, majestic game.  There is so much grandeur in this workd, amidst the sociopathology.  Can’t wait to find out what you get up to and explore.  Soon.

Soon come.  Tonight your mana felt the effects of a long day and the Nigerian food.  A reminder to pay some attention.  Much to do.  Oh my.