Today am I thankful that Daniel is being an absolute dear. I can write thousands of words about him when he’s being a pill, but I enjoy his solicitude and tenderness without sharing. I’ve been dragging since last week, and, as my father would say, “I’m ’bout half-sick.” I feel like my face is melting off my skull. I am beset by sneezes that refuse to happen. This morning, I had no interest in walking to work, and walking to work is one of my great pleasures. And Daniel is being just especially lovely, even when I am sniffly, deeply boring, and falling asleep at 10:30.
And in my present state, I swoon over this poem. “What would life be if we could not buy objects to care for us?” Indeed:
BY LOUISE GLÜCK
—After Robert Pinsky
Source: Poetry (July 2005).
Just realized I failed to give my son his inhaler this a.m. Mother’s absence, indeed.
Hope you feel ’bout half better soon.
xo