Thinking about Helen and her family with the birth of their baby girl.
Thinking about another wonderful phone call from Odin last night.
Thinking about whether the depositories for all of the books, songs, movies, TV shows etc etc that are constantly being produced will ever be completely full.
Thinking about how I managed to finish and send the overdue BAS, make several work-related phone calls, watch 2 hours of TV, meditate, research industry superannuation funds, send some emails, catch up on my f/b messages, do a little recreational reading, finish folding and putting away the clothes, have the family room, kitchen, dining room, lounge room and toy room all tidy, pick up the kids from school, organise school notes, homework and general after-school chores, organise feeding of the chooks and lorrikeets, have dinner on the table when The Starchild got home, shower kids, attend a "daddy, thank you for being our daddy party" that the impossible princess organised in the family room, exercise and also fit in an afternoon nap when some days I struggle to put away the breakfast dishes.
Thinking about doing it all again tomorrow.
Thinking about the bridge collapse at Maitland and being glad that I was too busy to go out to Rutherford as I had planned today and that The Starchild had re-arranged his work yesterday to do his Maitland drops then instead of today which meant that neither of us were in the area when it would have been entirely feasibly for either of us to be there around the time it happened.
Thinking about how wonderful it was to have every window and door in the house open today and knowing that the days to do that this season are becoming fewer and fewer.
Thinking about the feeling that I have forgotten something.
Thinking about the return of the vivid dreams last night that came for three weeks straight until I successfully drowned them with six bottles of wine in the previous week.
Thinking about DV terminals.
Thinking about three copies of the same bank statement in different names.
Thinking about the tea lady.
Thinking about church on Sunday and whether I will decide to do the thing I seem to be captivated with and terrified of at the same time.
Thinking about sleep.