Goblin had her stitches out and, apparently, is free of cancer for the moment. Rob cooked a lovely dinner last night.
My mother has lost seventeen pounds since the New Year.
I am unspeakably proud of all of them.
My accomplishments are of a different sort, such as forgetting to pay the long-distance bill for several months and murdering yet another house plant (this one a bonsai under which rested a thoughtful little statue of Confucious) in cold chlorophyll. I also, after approximately seven months of legal deliberations, finally signed the lease for my new business.
Which of these, I wonder, was the culprit for last night’s insomnia?
Hint: It probably wasn’t the dinner.