Tuesday, December 22, 2015
We are driving to my sister's house, partially because we feel the need to do something different to make it through the holiday and partially because it fits the urge to move, to run. There will be a big storm coming through and we thought about leaving a day early to avoid it, but then we would be at my sister's on Christmas morning and we definitely don't want to do that. I want to drive straight through what should have been our first Christmas with S and G and could have been our first Christmas with two tiny girls. So here's hoping we don't wind up trapped, still, buried in snow and freezing cold.
Monday, December 14, 2015
I just finished reading Station 11, a quick good post-apocalyptic novel. I am not writing to recommend it but to note that after the post-apocalyptic event that killed almost everyone the world began counting years, Year One, Year Two, etc. Next month it will be Year One since my own post-apocalyptic event. One year since my understanding of love and loss expanded exponentially.