Saturday, June 07, 2003

 
he's here, and it's a thousand degrees. we bought a fan. at the home store, someone came up and said, "i'm sorry, but are you the burnses?" we were not. "i've lost my couple," the saleslady said, and drifted away.

i don't know that i'm prepared for the day in day out living with wonder. i feel slightly underequipped. i wonder when he will get tired of this. i make him cold cut and challah open face sandwiches and we eat apples in bed.

about every third minute, some clock in me rings to say: this is the rest. this what's forward. nothing's the same, buttercup.

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