I think I have a frayed power cord. Today feels especially hard. It does to Stina, too. I don't know what today particularly is so hard. Today is a lot like many recent days have been, but it's all that much more overwhelming. There's just
I don't know. Stress. And sadness. And... everything.
It's a hard day. And it's not like I don't know why. There are reasons for today to feel hard, but they were there yesterday, and they'll be here tomorrow, so I don't know why today, in particular is so hard.
Frayed Power Cord.
Fiction seems hard. Also non-fiction.
I love my baby. I'm so sorry that I'm feeling so discombobulated because it makes it harder to concentrate just on him. He's good. He was having a good morning in the park, I think, but I feel a little bit like I didn't give him all the attention he wanted. I let myself get distracted, trying to fix the drinking fountain in the park. It's only been there about 10 days, but it's already been clogged and now it runs nonstop. Weird. Why is it so poorly designed? They knew it was in a park, right? I wonder why they didn't use the design that I see at a lot of other parks that doesn't involve a little drain at all.