I’m sorry. I have nothing to write today. Because I stayed up late trying to think of something, and I was distracted by Michael accidentally locking his cell phone and needing me to google the code for unlocking it. And I was jealous of Jake who fell asleep while he was eating supper tonight, then crashed on the couch until I took him to bed and tucked him in. Remember that? Remember when you filled your summer day so full of fun that eventually you just fell asleep where you stood. And you could kind of hear what was going on around you, just beyond your subconscious, and you felt so safe and happy? And then to be carried to bed. I loved that feeling. Though not as much, I think, as I love being the one to carry someone to bed now. And this all reminds me of the time I fell asleep in Mom’s lap when I was in elementary school and had stayed home sick, and when she tried to move me to the couch, she DROPPED me. And we laughed.
So yeah, I was jealous of Jake, and I couldn’t think of anything to write because I just kept thinking of him lying there all stretched out and exhausted from all the fun we had today.
I started to write about books I’m reading, but I don’t even know where to begin. Because, People. So. Many. Books. And I was going to pick from some of the big amazing thoughts I’ve jotted down that I should blog about one day, and I was just too tired to do that. Those kind of things should really be sorted out in the daylight.
And so I’m writing this. Absolutely nothing. Just blah, blah, blah, I like to read, and Jake is the cutest little bit of heaven when he’s sleeping that I don’t care about a single other thing but him.
And I also took down the sentence in the “About” section that said I would write every day. Because I’ve never written every day. I never meant that I would blog every day anyway, only that since I had a blog, I would at least write something every day – in my journal, on a work in progress, on my blog, or otherwise.
But even though I won’t write every day, I will write often. And I’ll never leave you hanging ALL week again like I did last week. I promise.
Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s Friday. And it’s exactly three months after I opened a fortune cookie that said to remember three months from that date because good things were in store for me. So I have much reading, and Jake watching, and delusional anticipation to attend to. I’ll let you know on Monday if I have changed religions. (What religion do fortune cookies belong to?)