I'm finding it hard to blog tonight. My body aches with fatigue; I slept about four and a half hours last night, and was running around with the baby all day. It wasn't a particularly bad day--nor was it particularly interesting or eventful...perhaps, in keeping with Eckhart Tolle's philosophy, I might benefit from just thinking about the Now...
It's a beautiful night, after a day of blue skies, light breezes and moderate temperatures--typical San Francisco weather in September. I put the baby to sleep about an hour ago. I'm listening to: the hum of the refrigerator, an occasional bubbling noise from the Macintosh, the cracking of the wood boards in this house as they expand and contract, the whirr of the Muni tracks and the constant roar of cars and buses in the distance, the tapping sound my fingers make, the occasional creak of the chair I'm sitting in. I'm here in the present moment---no I'm not. My whole body is screaming for the bed, to lie down and read in bed then to close my eyes...the house is a mess, baby toys, bibs and blankets strewn everywhere; too many baby furniture items taking up too little space; the dishes that need to be done. I'll lift not even one finger on my way to the bed, nonetheless. I am thinking, right now, about all the damn work that needs to happen tomorrow to make the house livable again...
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