Things could be much, much worse. We are okay. Life is just going to be a little extra complicated for a while. But we will break on through to the other side. Not that I expect it to be all rainbows and prancing unicorns when we do, but it will all work out in the end. Still, many thanks to all the well-wishers…it means a lot.
So…I had a particularly odd Friday the 13th. I was under the weather and cranky. And crankier still when I found out that Andrew Bird was playing the Bryant Lake Bowl that night, but it was sold out. Grrrr. I also skipped the Art of Horror opening reception. And I’ve already gotten behind on the new season of Battlestar Galactica. And I read this really well written article: How childbirth went industrial. But it was disquieting, horrific even, to read her description of performing a c-section, being as I’ve been under the knife (a No. 10 blade apparently) for two of them now.
But the weekend improved. Saturday was a fine, Fall day. We took the little man to an apple orchard, to pick out pumpkins. And I took the lad to the St. Paul Art Crawl for a bit. Back at home he played outside with neighbor kids. Saturday night a friend and I caught a double feature in the Heroic Grace series at the Walker. And Sunday the husband (I can still call him that, for now, but may need to go back to “J”) and I went out to dinner before seeing Fearless.
And now we have a short work week ahead of us, as we will be taking our annual trek up to Duluth mid-week. So yeah. It’s not all bad. Some of it is even good.