Yesterday Anika found my old Palm from the late 1990s. She reminded me about my other late-great gadget, the Palm Tungsten. She used the color Palm while Ian played on the monochrome Palm. They shared great-grandma’s chair again.
She happily showed him how to draw on the touch screen. Amazing to see the kids with these museum-pieces of technology. I remember the Palm Pilots as gifts, the big new breakthrough of those times. And now they are glorified sketch pads.
Ian learned how to climb onto the step-stool and reach into the silverware drawer. We’re in for a few years of crazy-forks 
Then our Super Superbowl Party. Mom and Dad and Paul and Mila came over. I’ll finish tomrorrow.
Late this morning Ian climbed up on the couch. I was folding laundry. Very quiet, I thought. Sure enough . . .
sweet dreams
I find him beautiful beyond words
39.9°
Today I woke up feeling a little better than yesterday. Hurrah, improvement. A winding road. Some days feel almost normal. I keep up with chores and scramble through the day and then, bam! I hit the wall. Legs get weak. Tingle. Pain knots in my feet. Weight settles on my shoulders. The struggle begins just to get to evening. To now when I can rest and hope that I wake up feeling a little better tomorrow.
I followed them for thirty minutes. Anika smushed pink spaghetti through the play-dough extruder. Ian watched with amazement. He had to try. And of course his little hands had little success.
He couldn’t add to the orange bowl filled with pink spaghetti.
So he wandered off to play with the wet dog on the other side of the glass slider-door. Anika read books in great-grandma’s old chair. Ian soon found her, his best of friends. 
The two of them climbed up together and read book after book. A timeless and perfect morning.
my angel
Phone is not junk. Phone can do this again:
Anika is Ready for Black and White Day at School!
Broken phone has been restored. Phew! No more evil toddler apps to mess up the software. I played in the wilds and learned there are beasties ready to wreck my phone-world. We’ll stay safe at home
Ian woke up at 5:30am. Would not go back to sleep. Why? Wrestling is do much fun. Yikes.
Rain batters our house. The storm arrived about an hour ago.
Tuckered out. Colds are going around school but fortunately I’m on the other end of getting well. The kids, though, are sensitive.
We are painting for a Matter of Taste donation. I’m still figuring out components for our landscape collages. Next week is a field trip and Valentine’s party. Busy days at school.
Time to watch Heroes.
41.4°
Ouch. Tough day. The energy depletion is not refilling overnight. That’s one of my challenges. Sleep, one night’s sleep, doesn’t dent the aching tired. So I wake up feeling worse than the morning before, and worse than the morning before, and so on until nothing is left. Running on fumes. I’m not there these days, thank goodness, because the off days allow for recharging. I have to use daytime hours to restore energy. Downtime. Which is in short supply. And my sulking feet are letting me know.
Anika has school tomorrow. Ian and I will (hopefully) have a restful morning. Must try not to get spun out with chores. It’s hard to relax. But this week demands it. With the training on Monday, Faculty Meeting Tuesday, Ian at school Wednesday, and teaching today . . . payback
