Having the J-Man gone has been rather disorienting. We’ve handled it OK enough I suppose, mostly by staying incredibly busy and not allowing ourselves time to think much about it. Though I did turn on the video monitor a couple of times last night and tip-toe by his room once just from seriously ingrained habit. I admit part of me has accepted that I did need a bit of a break, and having a lot of continuous time to dedicate completely to Not-So-Little E has made me realize how important quality time like that can be.
Earlier today, I was staring out the kitchen window at our little patch of woods in the backyard. I was wondering (or worrying about) how the J-Man was doing, stressing about life, and generally looking blankly out at nothing when Nature decided to tell me what she thought about all this.
I was startled out of my infinite stress loop by a squirrel falling (with style) out of a tree and onto the top of our swing set, where – without any hesitation or wasted motion – it decided to assume the cat stance and lick its own butt.
Well, that’s one way of getting your point across. I get it, already. Thanks. Now don’t do it again!
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