today is damp and dark and cold.
i am slow
and sad
and still stuck in cormac mccarthys world
of destruction and little hope
as i just finished reading the road...

i want to crawl back into bed,
warm and safe
and sleep until my kids get up
and come in to ask me mundane things
like "can we have the pringles for breakfast"
so that i can scoop them in
beside me
and borrow some of their warmth
and optimism.