It’s my birthday today, so I slept in this morning. Let’s not mention that I had a sleepless night and I couldn’t have survived my day without the dream-addled morning snooze. I made a halfhearted attempt to weed my garden around all of the hollyhocks and wild sunflowers that have taken over. I cleaned my house and ran my eldest children to their play practice. My youngest children I sent to their bedroom to play. I’m sitting in silence, now, and thinking about life. What shall I do to break the monotony? Should I listen to cumbia and dance? Should I pen some verse? Or should I forge ahead on my current WIP? Maybe, I’ll give my daughter a hug, as she just drifted in the living room looking forlorn.