I'd planned to get Molly on the cheery yellow schoolbus, have the same hollow feeling that every other parent in America felt this morning in echo of the shattered families in Connecticut. I was going to bolster myself with ice packs and coffee and then blog my silly doodle with some writing about time alone. How I used to long for it and now I have far too much.
Instead I've had a tiny, warm bedmate with a very sore throat. She's finally fallen asleep, so I'm stealing a moment to share my drawing. The doctor will remove the staples and the tech guy will reprogram my implant tomorrow, so the nasty reality will replace my whimsical daydream soon enough.
Meanwhile, this is the sort of thing that occupies my mind: