Tuesday, July 8, 2025, 69.6*, 0626
Tired from trying to arrange me so I didn’t hurt, I fell asleep. It was light. I was holding a baby when Zsolt barked waking the house to ask, “Is it time to get up?” QUIET let him know I was still here, not a very comforting response. Better to have said, “Soon. Let me get dressed. Let me find something to sooth this stinging mosquito bite that arrived on my arm last night. I Love You.”
Responsibilities shape the day.
Photo: LJ Austin (Zsolt)
