This Shel Silverstein poem made me tear up last night:
G was gifted a set of these books for her birthday and is very into them, choosing them in lieu of regular books each night since her party. So many of the poems are familiar to me, so I must have had a lot of exposure to these volumes during my childhood.
And this Slate article made me laugh (but also: I AGREE). (I still do Wordle every day and share with my parents and sister. It is absolutely something that has increased communication among the 4 of us, which is great. But enough with the punny answers . . .)
Workout (3 mi run + Peloton strength – leg/core 30 min)
Friend chats scheduled for both commutes (!)
Read during lunch if I finish with notes
Pick up A from gymnastics
Dinner with kids
C –> soccer (our nanny or Josh will probably take him though)
Bedtime/evening with kids
Nothing out of the ordinary but every day is a full day these days.
I feel like life is moving at a more rapid pace than it has in a long time. Maybe that’s why the poem made me cry . . .