the end of busyness perhaps?

it feels like since last may we've been going going going; burying the thought of rest and relaxation deep in our heads, like a forgotten morsel of fine chocolate at the bottom of a purse waiting to be rediscovered, unwrapped and savoured. that chocolate's been bittersweet actually - i've finally spent more than one full day in a row at home if only because M has decided to become a grumpy little petri dish to house any willing and able virus wanting to stay awhile. things have literally come to a stand still with G being away for 9 days, the house already thoroughly cleaned with much thanks to a much needed visit from faraway friends, and A making her signature chicken pot pie for thanksgiving dinner tonight. i can't explain how liberating it is to not have to think about anyone's needs but mine own, selfish perhaps? welcome back rest, i've missed you.

nice, according to leah

Perfectly acceptable mealtime conversation.

L: Auntie E, I won't kill you.

An invitation to play checkers.

M: Leah, let's play checkers!

L: And I won't spit on you Michael!

M: Okay, uh...thanks.

Trying to change my mood to show some sign of happiness.

L: Mom? Are you happy I didn't hit?