A week in February
It's turning out to be a slow week. Waiting for stuff to happen. Trying to find the peace, the calm corner, keeping all the good energy in the same jar. Expecting a call from the bank so we can have a home. The ice wave that hit the town last week has turned into a sunny string of mornings that make the scenery look even more bizarre. It's still great to feel the rays tickle your nose while you take a walk just before lunch. Such as today.

The slow week slowly unfolds. It's not a bad week. It's only slow. It stretches like a used chewing gum in a bored teenager mouth. The slow week hugs the routine. I went to the doctor yesterday and we watched Liam at the ultrasound. It was exciting to see his huge belly, his hand touching his face. Pablo and i counted the weeks and got a little nervous because time seems to fly inside my womb. But time isn't flying now. Not in the world outside.

Monday, Tuesday. I shouldn't have another cup of coffee. I should get my paperwork done. My neighbour speaks loudly into his cell phone and leaves the patio window open. He'd prefer to meet someone at eightish. I can't stand the tv anymore. I like the dress i'm wearing today. Listening to certain songs makes me instantly happy. Or maybe relieved.

We landed in February yesterday. Last year, when this month settled in, i found it a bit too white. I guess the same thing is happening now. But it's just this week, slowing me down already.