treading water

Treading water. That is what life feels like when Jay is out of town. I just tread water. All the extras disappear. I keep the boys and my heads in fresh air but I don’t get anywhere. I stopped working on my book proposal. I haven't written much of anything beyond my letters to the president. Actually, that is not quite true. But there is still so much I had hoped to do that I didn’t accomplish this week.

Thanks for being there in the middle of the night everyone. At this moment, 9:30 pm there are more kids outside being drunk and silly. But these guys aren’t scary. I went out and talked to them. They shook my hand and said they were just waiting for their designated driver. My gut knows when to be afraid and when the natives are safe. Thank god for my gut.

More soon, Jay is back on Tuesday and I’ll be writing again then.
Love y'all, Lisa