DS didn't feel well this morning, which isn't surprising as he has a major paper due on Weds. Today his neck and shoulder hurt. This doesn't surprise me, either, the way he bows toward the computer, or rests on one elbow in bed to read. Sigh... I could go on about how we were all in better shape as kids, running around the neighborhood, etc., but it wouldn't do any good.
DD didn't want to go to school, either. One more week, or four days now, before Winter Break. Yesterday's snow doesn't help matters; rather, it kindles a deep desire for more snow, and the wish to stay home. Once home, both of them are bored and want to get out. I have a feeling this is going to be the norm for a few years to come. Lord help and preserve me.
A dear friend is a finalist in a prestigious poetry book contest. I totally dropped the ball on many good contests this fall, so didn't enter very many. I really hope she is one of the two chosen. Her manuscript is great, well-honed, and reflects a lot of hard work and love. I would love to see it published. May the powers of the Universe work in her favor!
I need a poem.
And now I need sleep.
And some dreams I can remember, and do something with. Last night's were distant, and I had them in the space of time after I fell asleep again after the three phone calls and one e-mail about the school start delays, and upon waking again to find it almost 8 am. An hour to get ready for work, and make the lunches.
I need to breathe. Nothing but the deep breath in, and the full breath out. Pilates. Yoga. Meditation. Necessary.