Wouldn’t you know it. No sooner do I write about having the blahs, then my son climbs into my lap, which he hasn’t done in months, snuggles up and falls asleep. I thought those days were done. Perhaps my ability to see into the future is far less accurate than I thought.

I can only hope.

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