Midnights, March: 19

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I feel so much better tonight. Whoever invented naps was a genius. A small sleep outside of your regular big sleep? A demi-sleep? A li’l nappetizer? A-snooze-bouche? Snore d’oeuvres? That’s just some reeeal smart-brain stuff. Don't get me wrong; I'm still tired with a tiredness that fills my head like bees, but at least the bees are a bit subdued.

Albie stood today. He was holding onto his little Fisher Price push-toy, and I let go, and he stayed up, his plump legs set in a wide stance and his feet planted surely beneath him. I just laughed and laughed in sheer delight, feeling like Sarah in the Hebrew Bible.