I am feeling gray with tired.

(So why am I blogging? I miss you. And at least in my mind, you miss me too.)

The thing about growing another human being from scratch, inside your body, is that it takes an unbelievable amount of energy.

And for some reason, probably little Esmerelda Freugenspiegal pressing on my bladder, I’m waking up every few hours even when I am asleep.

Yet life goes on. Noah needs baths and diaper changes and to eat. We need groceries. (Today, we were out of approximately 40% of the things we normally eat, or had enough left to make it maybe 1 more day.)

Where was I going with this? I don’t even remember. I better go to sleep, because I’m going to be up late tomorrow.

Yes, yes I am. And I’m super excited about it, because I’m going to be hanging out with and then watching my friend Peter Mulvey perform at local “serious music listeners” venue (so Jill tells me) Eddie’s Attic.

I’m so tired that I can’t actually remember the last time I saw Peter. My brain says “Reunion?” But then it shows me a picture in cold weather. Anyway. It doesn’t matter, because the answer to the question will be “in May, at my house” pretty soon.

Goodnight.