Rainy day. Woke up bleary-eyed and exhausted. Could never quite shake the feeling. Caught myself staring at the wall in a daze more than once – so many blips of inspiration just passing me by. Most of the time I have a nagging sensation that there are things I should be working on, catching up to, or researching. So hard to just be in the in-between. I should be used to it by now – I’m getting there, inch by inch. 

Meanwhile, told only in hues, I’m thankful for:

• A new “real teal” front door color that transforms an entire house.
• Rainy days that turn everything greener than green.
• The color yellow – as in Nora’s bicycle yellow.
• Lilacs – the shrub that holds the most blissful scent of spring.
• The gray of the sky on a rainy day. 
• Bright orange – the color of my living room chair. 
• And the deep dirt brown that is the color of my best little boy’s eyes. 

Cold day. The last cold day, I’ve decided. Because of this I’m embracing all the things I’ll miss when it’s hot and sunny every day: my super warm cozy coat, hot coffee, melancholy. This is easiest to do on a day like today when it’s snowing but smells like spring. Everything will be new again soon enough. 

Listening. 

Skipped yesterday because I set up a strict regimen for my work and was able to really get some things done but it’s a sick day today for my Nora. She’s sick enough to stay home, but not so sick that she’s sleeping all day. Pulled out the puzzle I’d been saving since before Christmas – that’ll buy me some time. On these days, I always sense, deep down, that I should be savoring this time; that it’s all going so quickly. I should curl up with her, find a movie, cuddle. But man, it’s hard to find a balance when you’re still in the momentum of life.

Headed to MIA later with my love. I decide to go grunge-chic with my look. One kid misses a bus just to keep me honest. I decide not to go into a panic and take it as it comes. This won’t matter in a month or a week. Hell, it doesn’t matter now. Life is so much bigger than missed busses.