fuzzy pink pajamas

I haven't blogged in ages. I'm sitting here with a sinus infection, in fuzzy pink pajamas, feeling like I've been run over by a truck.

My children will be home soon.

It is dark and the singular sound of a robin calling to its mate punctuates the silence..

Tomorrow, I will need to sort through the piles of laundry on our blanket box. Remove the roll of tissue paper on the antique desk. Actually the top of the desk will be a task on its own to tidy. A balled up kleenex, a pile of paper, a hairdryer, David's camera. My phone book. Lip balm.

I hope I'll be able to sleep soon. That I'll wake up feeling healthy. That I'll get to spend time in the garden, playing with my kids.