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handcarved stamp by s. britt

I'm feeling a bit, well, uninspired these last few days. What to write? What to create? Hummmm.

Birdie has decided that being an angel baby isn't all it's cracked up to be so she bucks and fusses and generally wears me plumb out by the end of the day.

I'm tired. The kind of tired that when you crawl into bed at night the cool of your sheets and the loft of the mattress make you shudder. And you can almost feel the reluctant inch by inch release of every muscle. Sleep comes quickly and brings rambling dreams of old school mates and awkward situations.

And before anything is resolved with you and your classmates, the sun comes out and it's time to do it all again. This is when you think, I literally can't get out of bed. I'm paralyzed with comfort. But you must, because there is escalating babble coming from the nursery.

So you slide out of bed and flop down the hall and when you reach the crib you can see out of the tiny slits of your eyes a pink gummy smile and sparkling blue eyes that are actually happy to see you in your disheveled state.

And this is the prize for all the work and toil you endure. And it is more than enough.