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Thursday, March 23, 2006
I am having a bad writing day. I've been sitting here for hours, diligently tapping on my keyboard, but everything I write sounds ridiculous and my translations have been clunky and inaccurate. I am deleting more than I'm keeping. I just can't seem to get into the "groove" of this chapter again today. I think I'll keep plugging away for another hour and then pack it up until tonight after ST goes to bed.
I think I'm feeling a little out of sorts because T is away. His grandmother is very, very sick -- she will not recover, and he figured he'd rather see her now than wait to attend the inevitable funeral. He flew south to visit her until Monday, which was a good thing for him to do. Not only will he be able to spend some much-needed quality time with his grandparents, but he'll also be in warm weather. I think T suffers from a touch of Seasonal Affective Disorder, where weather patterns influence his mood to a significant degree. Every year around this time, like clockwork, he gets into a funk that doesn't dissipate until the snow is gone for good -- he mopes around, is bored all the time, and eats a lot of junk and drinks soda (this from a marathon runner!). I'm hoping that he'll get a chance to go for a few nice walks with his grandfather while he's there -- it would be good for everyone to let a little sunshine in.
And I'm really missing ST today. I know he's only a block away, having a ball at daycare (actually, he's probably napping about now), but we had such a nice day together yesterday that I just wish he was here with me. We had a "date" last night since Dad was gone -- we went to dinner (french toast and chocolate milk for everyone!) and then lounged around at Barnes and Noble for a few hours. We bought James and the Giant Peach -- one of my favorite books from when I was a child -- and read a few chapters before bed. It was such a sweet time, made even sweeter by the fact that his new thing is to tell me how "cute" I am, which is hysterical. "You know what I think, Mom?" he'll ask, grinning. "I think you're really cute!"
Better get back to it. My goal today is at least five pages, and I know I can do it if I keep my mind on it and stop thinking about the cupcakes I promised ST we'd make tonight for him to bring to daycare tomorrow as a special treat. Doggone cupcakes.