This sister remains in pre-labour limbo. The door is open, but no one is crossing the threshold. We are all pacing (well…one of us is waddling), trapped in a feedback loop of worry and exasperation.
I’ve had my head bashed about from marking mid-term projects all day.
I heard the first Christmas carol of the season played over the radio. It happened this morning in Tim Horton’s, where I thought I was safe with my coffee and my newspaper, and the general blandness of my surroundings. It was a vain hope…
Ever have a day when everything feels hyper-real yet hyper-slow? That was my day today. Wish me luck…
