pooped

Before and after. 

I worked my ass off

And was too tired to enjoy it. 

I wanted to make a fire 

With piñon wood. 

But I was too tired to open the door 

- it’s heavy-  and too tired

To climb the stairs  to the patio. 

First Blood!

He had better learn to like it. 

What’s not to like? 

Mommy’s little snuggle bunny. 

On the plus side, 

I slept 10 hours. 

I think there is no correlation between 

Resting heart rate 

And perceived tearfulness. 

I’ve woken up tired 

With a flatline reading. 

And full of intention 

After a restless night. 

I guess it’s all in the mind. 

Oh. And I trimmed my own hair. 

I think it’s kinda cute!