Monday, not even close to morning.

So, the day is gone. I started this post about twelve hours ago.

Before I made pancakes, before I was parent of the day (photo day), before Anna and I collapsed into a fully dressed heap of a nap.

Before I ran around and picked up and dropped off and picked up; before I got to see the piano teacher, and make a date to hang out and drink wine.

Before the wind came up, and the cherry blossoms in the yard kitty-corner came snowing down on our tentatively greening yard.

Before the dinner making-and yes, I need to do a "dinner post"; want to do a dinner post. Tonight, matzoh-ball soup, and meatball sandwiches. Yes. Both. And more to come, for Tim and I. See why dinner around here deserves a whole post? Or three.

Before baths and iTunes downloading and In the Night Kitchen. Before tea, and goodnight hugs and kisses, and Frere Jacques and "Wisemen" (aka, I Can't Help Falling in Love).

So now, here I sit for a minute or two. To say hello. To finish what I started, all those hours ago.

Here I sit, before our own dinner, and a chance to trade stories from the day. Before the trash goes out, and the cat comes in. Before the book-club book gets finished. Before we tuck in, and say our own goodnights.

Before it starts all over again.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt