The History of Love.

Yesterday was good and awful. Not good and also awful but good and awful.
I woke up too early and was excited to start the day and be so productive but instead I spent much of the day feeling totally exhausted and I was grumpy and snippy and mean to my Roommate/s. The baby girl we have decided sleep was useless until after dinner when she had a full belly and drifted off to sleep in her highchair doing the slow slow blinks. We lifted her out and washed her hands before laying her down and she was up up up for the rest of the day. I fell asleep on the bare bed that had no sheets on it because one of my roommates had put them in the wash yesterday morning. I woke up periodically to hear the baby girl screeching or laughing or fussing and toddling around while her roommate, our roommate, THE Roommate cleaned up after dinner and operated quietly after I'd snipped and snapped and lay sleeping in our bare bed. I woke up after 11 and then we spent a long, confusing while getting the baby to sleep. I just wanted to fall back asleep but she was so awake and and and.

Right now they're still both asleep. I made scones and cleaned the kitchen and drank coffee and started the dishwasher and a load of towels in the wash and then I got my book out, The History of Love and ripped off a scrap of paper to be my bookmark as the hair tie of baby girl's I'd been using fell out at some point. I went out on the porch in the sun to read and I propped up my feet so my legs were also in the sunny part of the porch and I kept thinking Vitamin D will make me happier. Vitamin D. I need this sun to make some Vitamin D in me to make some happiness in me. I finished my book out there so I didn't need that scrap of paper. I kept flipping those last blank pages looking for some more words but it was finished. I felt a little drop of sweat slip under my breast and felt more alive than I have in months. Do not breathe too much conditioned air or it will kill you.