Sunday 1 January 2017, New Year's Day | Winters in North Carolina: grey, brown, wet, ruining my boots.
Monday 2 January 2017 | I still haven't figured out if I'm good at my job or not, if it's sustainable, if there's commission to be had. So, that's something to worry about.
Tuesday 3 January 2017 | Mads and I spent the morning squishing bitter tangerines in the woods for critters.
Wednesday 4 January 2017 | I've been awake by myself a lot at night. I don't mean late in the night (I am not a night owl). Just, since Wolfman's been sick he does not last long after we get our boy to bed, and I'm gifted an hour to myself before I join him. I curl up in the bean bag chair, usually, and listen to music in headphones. I haven't done that, just closed my eyes, relaxed, and listened to music for a while, years maybe.
Thursday 5 January 2017 | In the thicket beyond the fence of our back yard, I lifted an old tire up to show Mads and Ella what was underneath. I was expecting worms and roly-poly bugs, not this little jeweled lizard, all curled up and hibernating in the wet dirt. Ella exclaimed not at the lizard, but me. "You're so strong, Mimi!" she said.