It’s another Monday. I stayed up late last night, after having a good nap yesterday evening. It was nice chatting and dabblin (playing scrabble) with my baby. Since I was rested, I chatted in Married And Daring after Lori relinquished her computer to Baby Gurl. I thought I’d be reserving my anxiety over facing another work week here in my journal rather than online with Lori, but I broke down last night during our scrabble competition as we heard music very dear to us. I had to stop during Edwin McCain ‘s “The Promise of You”. The song goes on to say the promise sleeps in the air; but after five years, it’s more like it’s comatose.
It’s after 7:00 a.m. I have to roll out to work. I tried to call my baby this morning so we could have coffee and take out the garbage, but her telephone ringer must be off. I hope we get have lunch together today on the phone or volleying back n forth via email, as I had mentioned that I would be taking it in my classroom, and not in the cafeteria. I miss her.
