4:00 AM

So this is how writers with young children get their writing done.

I was up from 2-4 am with the baby boy.  He wore me down like a crashing wave wears down a mountain.  Slowly.  Relentlessly.  Fitting imagery, too, since his sound machine is set to “crashing waves” and I’ve spent the last 2 hours listening to it.  I finally capitulated and gave him the boob.  I broke from the night-weaning.  He is cutting his canine teeth.  These are extra painful because they take a long time to emerge.  Bad timing on the night-weaning.

On the bright side, it means I’ll be up at 4 AM frequently over the next couple weeks and can write for you.

I cannot vouch for the quality of writing.  In fact, I will apologize in advance for my future incoherent 4 am musings.

But at least I will be writing.  Hopefully you’ll be reading and enjoying.  Not at 4 am, though.  You sleep now.  Read this later.

Is it time for coffee yet?