Last Sunday I got further than I’ve ever managed on the NYT Sunday crossword puzzle, primarily because I spent the day working on it as I huffed through contractions, unable to concentrate on anything beyond the Sunday paper.
This Sunday, I’ve haven’t had the time to read more than a section or two of the paper, never mind the crossword puzzle. It’s a whole new world. I have five siblings! — I am now convinced, after just a week with a mere 2 children, that my mum has some secret Superpower, or vast reserves of extraordinary patience at the very least. Seriously.
This blog is now a year old, and quite the bewildering year it’s been. Very little about it has turned out as I, quite reasonably, expected. Aidan was a complete surprise, as was the bookstore closing. The topography of my life has changed in nearly every way imaginable, and I don’t think I’ve fully come to grips with that. The unmoored feeling persists, and writing time harder to come by than ever.
But oh my, that new baby smell is intoxicating! And Vincent, when he’s not regressing and making me cry, kisses his new brother’s head with the sweetest enthusiasm.