I didn’t post yesterday. I never could decide on anything good to say. I called Tania yesterday. “What’s new?” she asked. “Really…nothing,” I said, “I just figured I’d call.” And Tania knows that when I call it’s not to talk, but be talked to.
This morning I am waiting for Chuck to come fix the faucet. Eric is in the back trying to fix the old CD player. He woke up and dressed in old shorts and T-shirt. For a moment I thought he was going to do something that would cause him to get truly dirty.