Journal oh journal -- a pleasant morning exchange with Herself, nothing much to report. She tried to tell a joke. Of course she can't tell jokes, but that's okay -- she tried, which means she's comfortable enough with our kinda-sorta-maybe equilibrium to not be completely on guard. That's progress. In what direction one does not know. "Hey boys! Land, ho! We found China! Wait, never mind, sorry -- I can see Club Med. It's just Puerto Rico!" But still.....
On the negative side, feel a bit of the old Fear creeping up the spine, in search of the medulla oblongata no doubt. It's hungry, The Fear. It wants to feed.
Today is June 1. 13 days until the day the kids experience the Bomb. Must begin to plan, as Coach said. Must begin to mojoize, junior-version.
