good old babies.


My dear Bryan and Celisse had their dear baby Wesley. With every pregnancy, it is just so weird to go from seeing it as a bump, to Suddenly There Is a Baby.

"You should have a baby. Or three. It's pretty easy," Celisse told me, her usual self last night. She was referring to the epidural, not their current situation of Wesley being in the NICU. But one thing about Celisse is that she can usually see the whole picture when everyone else is running around with their hands in the air. She knows everything will be fine, and Wesley is doing better every hour, it seems like.

I worked another double yesterday. I'm pretty sad with half of my friends gone to Faithwalkers, and pretty tied down to these stupid dogs. Work almost feels like a social life, right now.

The dogs wake me up at 5am to eat, (why would anyone train their dogs to be hungry at 5am?) but as I was scooping dog food out of the big bucket on the back porch, I realized it was raining, and I sad a thank you to God for letting me be awake for it. I always have better days when I know there has been precipitation. I also took a fistful of pills because I could feel a migraine building behind my eyes.

Anyway. Rush dug herself under the porch and got stuck there. She probably wanted some time to herself. That was an adventure.
And my medicine finally kicked in and now my head feels like a balloon. I put on the saddest M. Ward CD I have, and baked a cake.

I might be wasting my winter break a little bit, but pretty soon I will be graduated and have nothing but time, and I will try to figure out what I'm supposed to be doing with the time then.