There’s No There There (Pointing at Own Skull)
Worked til seven, BARTed home, spent a little time playing with the baby in the bathtub, wolfed down my supper, sang the girl to sleep, walked the dog, had about fifteen minutes to chat with Mama Dog about our days (after which she collapsed into exhausted sleep), then spent the last hour doing freelance work. My eyes are glazed and my head is empty. Ice cream calls. I’ll try to do better tomorrow.