6/11/07 7pm

Still not much appetite today. Builder's bar, milk, two apples, some lovely cheese, a portabella melt (spinach, provolone, avocado, tomato, whole wheat bun.) Not enough water. Not enough food, really, but nothing I can think of appeals.

I drove Z. this morning because it was raining, but walked her home. I'm especially proud of this because it meant walking the four blocks with the folded stroller slung over my shoulder, and usually I don't bother and just drive. But I did get 8 blocks in that way.

Sleep, sleep. I didn't say anything about sleep while I was traveling, but it was lousy. I discovered that I fully and completely expect a dog to bark at me sometime around 5:00 or 5:30 in the morning, so I woke up at 5:15, managed to doze off until the point when I fully expected a two-year-old to wake up and drag her stepstool over to my bed and clamber in. This happened both mornings, and I wasn't in bed before 1 either night.

The night after the memorial service my brain was whirring so fast it took me until after 2:30 to actually drop off.

Last night wasn't much better.

And now I am going to brush my teeth, put on my pajamas, and take the New Yorker to bed with me. At 7 pm. Can you imagine?