It is raining now and quiet in this house of mine. Downstairs Odette and her friend are laughing their heads off watching a Nigerian comedy. I can hear them all the way up here. My sick boy is sleeping next to me — finally falling asleep after the cramps in his tummy started to unknot. I am relieved.
There is an undecorated Christmas tree in my living room and the office is full of boxes. The new printer I bought was knocked over by the little girl I was watching and is upside down, but not broken–I hope. The living room is full of toys and papers and the dining room table is loaded with things I can’t quite decide what to do with. I think there are crumbs on the floor so I dare not look down. I am working late into the night again at a job that is interesting and my throat hurts. But not so much. I have no clean underwear and I am wondering if I have it in me to throw that load into the wash so I can wear some tomorrow.
There are so many things going through my brain right now. To-do lists and stories mostly. There are no fewer than three coats here on my bed and no fewer than 3 books on the floor. I had Peruvian chicken with the really yummy spicy green sauce for dinner. Thats good stuff.
In a few minutes I will send one last email and be done for the night–done with my paid work that is. I might just call the rest of it a night too and curl up with a book. Or maybe I will wash my underwear. Or maybe I will pick up my guitar because I haven’t played her in two weeks and I miss it. I don’t know.
This is me, right now, December 16th at 10:38 pm. Completely and utterly a lovely mess and completely and utterly happy.
