Mishmash morning, kids’ whim to add pancakes to breakfast? Done.

Number Three finished her laundry put-away? Magic.

These highlights outweighed a couple bumps, and away we went into the afternoon.

Home run visit to a county park wed not tried previous; quick return errand and grocery stop on the way home, now can see clearly to bedtime in about three hours, and yet…

Somehow it feels flat. What? The day.

I’m digging deep for gratitude and content…no always easy…

Flat, and some anxiety dripping in…but why…

But why…

Looming end to the divorce process, busy last several of weeks at work to year-end, nebulous self-doubt…

The same old song and dance, it seems. Just the shit I got going on. Well you know what?

I’m dancing all the same.