It's a shame we don't realize the impact people had on us until they're gone, until they can no longer keep creating that impact in real time.
These talks began a few weeks ago when I figured out that, on a good day, I have three hours to write.
I haven't written the next thing.
Thankfully, like the Turtles say, "It's time to go back."
Will they grow out of it? Maybe.
Wrote this before Baby C arrived, and before we knew he was a boy.
Then something funny happened yesterday...
I've been trying to write this for a week to say that I won't be able to write for longer than a week.